lucia olivieri

le grand bleu

never have the waves been blue

I have seen them grey, it is true,
and so terribly white, a scratch in the air

a fluorescent desert, at times,
under dark clouds huddled
over a cliff of the greenest lemon trees

a glass streak, at the bottom
of a night with no stars

and, again,
invisible, beside me, when I walked
lost in blackened thoughts
only the water breaking beside me
could blacken out


without the waves no life is given
unless stripped of all colour,
of all blue

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