I’ve tried to trace the reverie
I know is sourceless. Why I love
that shade of blue the veins become
when you press a thumb against my wrist.
Why I take the sighting of the bunting
weighing down the branch of pine
as a sign it’s lost, looking for its mate.—Ira Sadoff, from “Mood Indigo” in The Bread Loaf Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry, edited by Robert Pack, Sydney Lea, and Jay Parini (University Press of New England, 1985)









