Today's poem is by Angie Estes
Kind of Blue
Because most stars were born more than six billion
years ago, the average color of the universe has changed
since that bluer period when there were more young stars.
The Cosmic Spectrum and the Color of the UniverseSo the universe is not blue
after all, not even greenbut beige because the stars are
older than we thought. But is itsad, even sadder than
we knew? Describe the soundof doves is it coo, coo
coo or who who who? The Frenchwould say it's rue rue rue
and in Italy it would be summer,morning, already brocade,
Cecilia Bartoli gargling. And the throatsof doves, are they beautiful
or true in their blue and pinkembroidery? Young stars burn
hot and blue but those near deathare red. Did your father believe
in God? and the deer leapedso high above the road I believed
it had been hit by a car. Dear fallingnote, intention, dear
no more, dear rain,give it up. What remains and need
not be mentioned we'll callwhat have you, musica ficta: not
what's written down but what'sbeen played. What if
you paused for a minuetinstead of a minute? The dark
might sky, the blue mightstar, the always
could open, the closemight earth. The doves
are just aroundthe corner, like a train
before it turns intoview. Miles Davis was
right: there will be fewerchords but infinite possibilities
as to what to do with them. The dovesare coming, true,
true true.
Copyright © 2004 Angie Estes All rights reserved
from Green Mountains Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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