There once was a man who lived by the blue.

The sun shown bright. The garden grew green.

But the man did not know what to do.

He’d moved her to the blue. It’s what she’d had him do.

There once was a man who lived by the blue.

He did not know what to do.

She grew roses. Then she tore the flesh.

He’d tried to give her the blue.

She gave it a purple hue. He did not know what to do.

Megan Groff

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