Calling Patchofblue

Spilled the milk while young
razor sharp twisted blame–game
broke a frigging mirror
where are you PATCHof BLUE???
your frozen moment crescendos?
help me…
they draw me near their camp–join–join
the cut of beans–the fellowship of story
camp carries sacred homage to a testament grown cold

I missed you too, patch. How are you?


beautiful poem thanks judy