If it was true, if it was true, I would be sitting at one windowAll one morning, testing the strength of the color blue. IsBlue strong enough to surround and defeat all the otherColors? Can the pervasiveness of blue make all otherDreams surrender? Can it heal anything left behind?Can it take me to the country where every step mattersAnd is felt, instead of lost? That would be our country,Mine and Blue’s, blue as soft and true as indifference andForgetting, as remembering and making a monument toRemembering, which is the science of incorporation ofBlues, of flags, counting the sciences, and resources,And abilities, and losses, and diminishings, the belief inElements, and their overlap, and the invisible unsayableStill unfound—something not in the Forest House, somethingFar beyond.
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About the writer
Rebecca Pyle. Rebecca Pyle is an American writer and visual artist who has been living in Europe, mostly in France, the past year and a half. Her poetry appears often in art/literary journals, including Indian Review, The Penn Review, The Honest Ulsterman, Belmont Story Review, Kestrel (forthcoming), and Anacapa Review. Her fiction has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize. Her artwork often appears too in art/literary journals.
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