lazy river confession

And there is nothing like these blues

These misunderstandings

Moments in time in which

I lost self.

Resistance.

And what I had left

floated down river

stained,

all the colors

of all the waters

that I've merged with.

This is also

one of those blues with

light.

Like what used to be blown

out of

Louis' horn.

When wind gives way

to stillness,

death gives way

to life.