Edward Smallfield
blue moon

                                             deep inside your paragraphs
                                                   uncharacteristic blue ink
                                                              the music
in a slow                                             circle (half
    1959                                                     & half
twilight)                                                  a thick
sensation seeps into                          a pinprick
to breathe through                             the café
                                                                       lit
a faint                    yellow                against blue
                                                           somebody sews
the night               waits                          to fit
deep inside                                      your sentence
whose syntax                                            sins