Some Kind of Blue

Stevie Nicks won’t
stop barking
as the swallows
swarm my window
frantic for a nest
I don’t have
today the lake
is a hollow jug
bone dry and down
on its fortune
out of step
with the times
some kind of blue
Miles might say
blowing sad magic
from the grave
hitting the last brass
keys on a
tapestry of remorse
while the wind twists
like a corkscrew
through my spine

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and the author of four books, most recently the story collection, This is Why I Need You, out now from Ravenna Press. You can find more of his writing at

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