Love, love, love. . .

I don't care what Lucinda Williams says, you don't have to have a broken heart to write good stuff. These last poems are a homage to marriage, to monogamy, to a love not usually written about in poems. I like what they say about the poets as well, their capacity for love.

So, while Bill hovers in the wings, I'm making the next assignment--before someone else jumps in again--BLUE.
Write a blue poem. Color, mood, tone, word, whatever.