The blue beaker of sky in your hand,
drink it down, savour it,
swish it around until you can sing arias,
swim in the spaces of song,
open the spigot and pour another,
share it with your friends,
wash your face with it,
bathe in a bath of blue,
rinse all the meanness from your hair
until it shines with morning light,
soak your feet and fly,
play in the sprinkler,
immerse yourself everywhere,
laugh in a blue rain,
dive into everyone’s pool!
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Salvatore Ala 
I did leave a response on the blog, but not sure if it stuck, electronically. So, I must repeat here how much I love this poem, Sal.
It felt like a cool, replenishing breeze. Thank you!
Love, Sharon.
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Thanks Sharon, happy that my poem felt like a cool breeze. Best wishes, love, Sal.
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‘The blue beaker of sky’ was that line a homage to Keats?
xxx Sharon.
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Yes, I had Keats in mind.
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Actually no, but Keats was one of the first poets I studied closely, so his influence is always there.
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