My Husband, After My Suicide

At the bottom of the blue river

(What I meant to write was head of the river)

is a rich red vein.

So easily the tube can be cut,

the water purpled.

But then all the fish would flee for other tributaries,

except one,

searching this river over and over for blue water.

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