Blue
Nothing blue is mowed.
No food is truly blue.
We reserve blue for sky,
jeans and, collectively,
pockets of existential pain.
There is no blue in Russia,
only words for its shades.
Sea is said to be blue
but only in the deep
and unstably so.
Pure blue is unmixed,
falls between violet
and green. Males mis
-pick green from blue
more than females do.
Whole cultures don't share
the western blue. Korean,
Thai, Japanese, Dakota Sioux,
have no separate words
for green and blue.
So deep in the Americas
and in much of Asia
blue means go
and - slap my stanza
blue lawns are mowed.
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30.09.13
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