Rhapsody in Blue

Fingers grip tight seeking light –
hope wielded like a saber –
so tight blue boiling blood
vaporizes, forms Wedgewood clouds
which obscure the HH stenciled
on the wall. Hungry hearts
imprinted on the underpass
stake a claim
to the moment
when dreams went up
in a puff of smoke.
Yet dance rhapsodic,
one foot still grounded
amidst the litter of fallen leaves.