I have a friend whose daughter,
upon learning to speak,
confessed,“ I come
from a blue country.”
Let’s suppose she did.
An inscrutable landscape where
bower birds & Leadbelly
sing of Atlantis
& the very sea itself
insists upon the dignity of whales.
It must have been something—suede or velvet
pushed right against the gates of heaven.
A blue without any other
& cloudless skies.
Blue—just imagine . . .
The houses & trains! The peacocks!
At times decayed . . . then burgeoning again.
Blue speck. Metallic blue. The robins
egg blue of youth & then,
Born in Baton Rouge, Austin LaGrone is the author of Oyster Perpetual, winner of the 2010 Idaho Prize for Poetry (Lost Horse, 2011). His work has appeared in Black Warrior Review, Crazyhorse, Gulf Coast, Poetry International and elsewhere. He lives in Stockholm.