An indigo force
that wells up in the soul
at times

Passion’s favorite playground
is to find another
with the same indigo hue

For one passion
is like a tree
in an empty forest

It makes no sound

© October 1994 Karen Farrell, all rights reserved

This poem was published in the Fall 1994 Bayou Review.

This is the first poem I wrote for Patrick (in response to “Her”). We used to write poems for each other almost every day.

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