The Color Blue

It is a day with a face looking down from the sky,

The Color Blue

It is still like a morning 
that is still in the night.
It is shadows draped heavy
In a dull afternoon light.

It is a day with a face
looking down from the sky,
with its wings tucked,
no energy to fly.

It is the nameless trees
the road doesn’t look back.
It is traveling nowhere
with a snapshot in a sack.

It doesn’t feel like eating
bu…