Dear Blue Boy:
You will always be my blue boy with the devil in your eye.
But your laugh tells me you keep him there on purpose — just to toy with him.
Yes I knew you were the one from the first:
no one else would be dumb enough
to throw wedding rice
inside a Greek Orthodox church
You filled the priest’s eye and we waited for your address,
but the show had to go on, so he blessed you with his molten glare.
And now you’re my old blue boy, teaching morals to your young
while that devil tries to fight his way out
with velvet fists on tempered orbs.
Get a move on.
Get out from underfoot.
And take that sky and ocean with you.
Enough enchantment for today.
Write you more after I’m done with the dishes.