there's a theme running all
over us like a southerly change
old stories morph with new
outside rain hushes down
in a cocoon of sound and wash
laughter crashes over damp windows
the beer is cold and good
whiskey rolls knives cut through the list
ingredients for a feast renaissance
these old stories grow long
the crickets add their bit
remember us from last year
and for years before they heard us under ground
and the jam continues
rain recorder flute warble
knife clink guitar glass
spirit flows sings today's verse
punctuates us child laughs behind
clouds stars listen carefully
I think this poem is wonderful. Thank you. The jam continues, don't it? Would love to hear you read it someday.
ReplyDeleteWonderful. beautiful inter weaving of feelings, events, time.
ReplyDeletesorry, the stars don't listen ...
ReplyDeletethe gods are far and don't give a fuck
the negative image is sometimes the way
if your care is for the truth