I needed some place to put the sadness.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
The Lady in Blue<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n I didn’t want to be forward. I needed some place to put the sadness. The Lady in Blue I didn’t want to be forward.She should have been beautiful – blond, young, slim, poised.But disturbed.Here we were in our little room with two open ends.She, me, an elderly man pursing his lips and blinking his eyes.Waiting to be called to see the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-496","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/miles2go.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/496","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/miles2go.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/miles2go.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/miles2go.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/miles2go.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=496"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/miles2go.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/496\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3838,"href":"https:\/\/miles2go.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/496\/revisions\/3838"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/miles2go.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=496"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/miles2go.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=496"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/miles2go.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=496"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
She should have been beautiful – blond, young, slim, poised.
But disturbed.
Here we were in our little room with two open ends.
She, me, an elderly man pursing his lips and blinking his eyes.
Waiting to be called to see the man
in another little room with
four close walls
but bright lights
and look to the left, to the right, up and down.
“I lost sight in my eye a week ago.
They don’t know what it is.”
A quiver, a tremor, a single look into the unknown.
I was turned toward her
my own left eye closed.
Not a large gap, an easy reach
to speak, to touch, to affirm.
Yet a gulf of resistance.
I don’t know her,
what would she think.
The lady in blue came in
and called her name.
I wished her well
and faced forward again.<\/p>\r\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"