BLUE SPRING, EDGE OF THE CAPROCK

We pull onto a county road 
to let the dogs run free, 
the land as close to desert 
as land can get 
and still be prairie. 
The sky deep blue above 
shades to washed out worn blue 
on the horizon.
The earth spreads out 
to the edges of blue.
Your body spreads to fill 
the blue of your jeans. 
You stand on the tailgate 
to watch a blue mirage 
dance around a center pivot. 
I wrap my arms 
around one muscular thigh, 
press its hardness, slide hands 
up to cup the denim 
where your legs meet. 
Sun is warm, northwest breeze cool 
and sweet with earth and spring, 
my eyes bluer 
with you and the sky, 
this life so good 
with blueness.



© 2004 by Richard W. Todd

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