Sonnet in Blue-Green

An Ode to Melancholia

Mother with Ducklings in Eibsee

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Sonnet in Blue-Green

Muck of habit, reading yesterday’s news
as if knowing the shape of catastrophe
could force a more human confession
from the depth of summertime blues.

Sick with attention and holding faith
like a dead drake shot at the pond
which now hangs limply by my side 
its green head flashing dishonestly.

Under water, there you felt free
with webbed feet kicking the sky
raking lake-grass with your bill,
nibbling fleas in your under-down;

who are now this last-rites supper
I’ve written with blood and a feather.

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