This poem is taken from Stand 211, 14(3) September - November 2016.

Eric Paul Shaffer Four Poems
The Blue Future

             Why, I wonder when she writes of ‘the blue future’,
is the future blue? Why not green, sprung with promise,
minty breath, and the viny envy that inspires every empty
heart? Why not black since the future is impenetrable to both
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