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When the poet said blue city of bees
I was reminded of the blue cotton robe
my husband gave me, a shade my mother loved—
not exactly sky, not pale, or dense, and yet
a tiny bit celestial, in a Sistine Chapel sort of way.
What I mean to say is the blue robe made me think
of my mother, how she insisted that very blue
looked nice on me and so did pink and other soft pastels.
I wore black instead—black jeans, black t-shirts,
long skirts, chunky shoes—because I was fifteen
and she didn’t really know me
and neither one of us knew back then
I was practicing for her funeral.
Copyright 2021 Lisa Zimmerman
Lisa Zimmerman is a professor of English and Creative Writing at the University of Northern Colorado. Her books include The Hours I keep (Main Street Rag, 2016).