| augusts |
Sep. 18th, 2018|11:34 am |
whisky mist descends on reservoir of beer
here in the belly
daughter, sixteen, dances with wife
to perestroika-era melody
a bonding song
by the Daugava
in the middle of nowhere
Scent of Past rises
with heat
Small kids roll bales of hay
Like I did in similar latitude
along time away
when further out in orbit
see down there - Je cherchez la femme
laughter and a lifetime of eternal
swaying feminine understanding
See I am observer with strings attached
or waves... or something like that
while time, beats and thougts are spent
and the bones grow wistfully heavy
in descent
and so on |
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