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By Jack Joseph Smith

Blue Between This is a song, golden, with what went along the wheat fields for us, once aside you on the best of horses, as a pasture rolled It was a struggling for a valley and coastal range made of rivers Way away from Venice we breathed from adobe into wood Still you held work and sun as the same From a sport car to farm house bay windows, that round about had a junk yard next door Where the records stacked three feet by the turn table was the stuff you knew It is where the fashion of our hair was the digging of our hands From a city so agressively staid to you To a country side so busy yet so still

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The opening page of 'Blue Between' turns a shared past into a landscape of wheat fields, horses, pasture, Venice, adobe, farm houses, junk yards, records, hair, hands, work, and countryside.

The cleaned transcript makes the poem's movement clearer: beauty is remembered through labor, place, and everyday objects rather than through abstraction. The blue/gold contrast begins as a geography of attachment.

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'Blue Between' remembers a shared life as geography and labor rather than sentiment. It opens 'This is a song, golden', set 'along / the wheat fields', 'on the best of horses', across 'a valley / and coastal range made of rivers', moving 'Way away from Venice' and 'from adobe into wood'. The beloved 'held work and sun as the same', and the catalog of place tightens into objects - 'farm house bay windows', a 'junk yard next door', 'records stacked three feet / by the turn table'. The poem's best line fuses style and toil: 'the fashion of our hair / was the digging of our hands', closing on the move from a city 'so agressively staid' to a countryside 'so busy yet so still'.