Who are you from what I know,
Is change the thing that follows?
Do the blue jays sing
While you’re away,
Or is every day different from tomorrow?
I offer a thing
That burns aflame,
Is it desire or some unanswered call?
Can you hear the knocking,
Do you hear the ring?
Do you imagine what it’s like,
What it all could be?
Or should I just die,
A blue feather in hand,
And nothing left to give?
The Difference of Blues
Kassidy Gregory · poetry · For someone I think about most days.