Uploaded on October 2, 2011
Jacaranda is leaving.
She announced this last night
On our cruise down the Danube.
I mumbled Something. Blue
Eyes stopped me short.
Those damned Regale Blue eyes.
Anger made me cold—
Cold as an Iceberg.
Mustering my Dignity, Blue
Eyes stopped me short.
Turning away, I told her,
“Go. Go and Soar.”
—Cheryl Doyle-Ruffing
10.02.2023: This was fun to write.