14 March 2011

charlie waters' late autumn sky


the trees reach
                     they always   reach
                                                                          higher even
                              with nothing really   to  weigh them down

   the bright sky
             like her blue eyes
    has  a   coldness
                      the edge around

there is a cloud streak
or a jet stream
                        the new day is shaking off its night

there's a couple hundred reasons
and a couple thousand worries
of where she is
                                                if she might

there are birdcalls
           and            diz cheeks
    there's a cello sitting right out here
                 on church  street

               
that's where the voice fades
                            yeah      
that's where i stay
                            it's the blue again       
 just cold enough

                to keep     


 but the dark earth
                                 has its own worth
        like the brown eyes
                                             that coffee gave to me

                                                      they watch      time crawl
                                                                         right down the back hall
                                                     minutes
                                                                              until                   eternity

                           here
                                    the high notes
                  of his saxophone
                                    are staring          at my breath

         they beat   back ideas
floating through years
                 just enough sand shift to make me
                                


photo by Charlie Waters

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