Blue Moon

you appear out of the blue

carrying Forget me Nots,

we sit under a cloudless sky

drinking Bombay Sapphire     

out of chipped,

willow pattern cups,

listening to bluegrass,

scattered with chicory,

swaying in the breeze,

watching swallows

feed on the wing,

blue peter is hoisted,

mussels cling on,

as the anchor is hauled,

I watch you disappear

into the blue yonder.

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