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Lisa Zaran

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The Blues Are All The Same

~for Jackson C. Frank

It seems almost too far fetched really,
too difficult to believe.
This unassuming moon shining like a copper plate.
These milkcrate blues.
This soft trellis of sound
wobbling through the wind
as if pouring out from the window
of some lonely house on the hill.
How beautiful it is,
the ghost of your voice,
haunting this empty valley.

Originally published in 2River View 10.1, 2005
Copyright © Lisa Zaran, 2005