Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "BLU MOON."
...BLU MOON OVER London, Paris or Rome when U R alone but as long as U R, ALONE, to kiss the splendor of the Night.
BLU MOON, a heart in exile, that suture for your wound, an exhumation, yet a mirror-cracked; was it laughter or a SCREAM, a tender heart in a Blu moon night?
BLU MOON. A Great Gatsby, a Night Swimmer, swimming pool, cut down like a Baron, a King, an unrequited destiny, an AL BOWLLY background song?
BLU MOON, standing alone. Without a dream in your heart. Without a love of your own.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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