Blue Boy

A Poem

He returns to the indigo pools in the morning — For every morning of his life. His fingernails are dyed blue at the roots. His skin is drenched in cerulean, azure, and sky blue. His eyes are blue, his teeth hair and soul. Dyeing day in and day out, as the process repeats itself with every new morning.
His children will dye your jeans, your shirts, your blouses — His wife who left him long ago, dreams of washing the stains from his socks, and his hands. She wears red — she dreams of indigo.
He stands over those royal pools, drying leaves, bringing more and more blue into the world. His dedication is unrivaled, navy, cobalt, spruce. Just a man, and a color and a discipline.



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