the blue flower
springs
splitting
caulk and brick
like a chisel
hammer striking
steel, blue
with clouds
hanging from
creaky wooden
rafters
cobblestones polished
by shoes and the spittle
of senile time
chewing leaf
and staining teeth
a milky blue,
heaven checking
her hair in a puddle
the covered well
leans
precariously
over a plot
of southern daisies,
rampant
like flies
lazily waiting
for the swat
of a tail
the blue flower
clings
decidedly
on the side
splitting
a covered well
like a secret
a wish
seemingly
impossible
a miracle
my heart is full
of water.
"Afar lies the world –
sunk in a deep grave –
waste and lonely is its place"
Written for free-verse poetry maven 
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