The Wild Blue

Blue spirals, water spilled
down a sinkhole, white
crepe paper dipped into a clear
cup of blue dye. An inkwell
in a wooden desk stained
my calloused fingers. Now
on the tightfisted Datura,
opaque funnel of white,
blue ink mists on tightly furled petals.

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