It’s a blew Monday

Posted on January 16, 2023 by | Leave a comment

It’s blue,

and a Monday,

and it’s just blown in

like leaves

in a breeze,

no longer attached to trees.

A cold blue

whistling through

like a simile or a metaphor

likened to one that you have met before,

or one that is a cold blue thistle.

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