by June 24, 2013 0 comments

Crowds at dusk
with summer here
at the last rainbow
of some Friday night
dry out on the town,
with a lighter arm
of short shirtsleeves
tasting the smoke
among the barbeques
in fires of hot stoves
by skinny rows
of street people
listening to my alto sax
on the loudspeaker
along the waterfront
breaking glasses
of wine with waves
for tourist friends
on a boardwalk of trees
where crows try to rest
on park back benches
and a new born
on his father’s shoulder
goes berserk with laughter.

editors note:

A great snapshot, reflected in the golden glint of a tenor sax. Summertime! – mh

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