the cherry red kit still resonates
with beating heart weaving in and out
of generations
the Weight of remembrance
lies heavy on us
as you turn and wave
and disappear into the stardust cosmos
leaving hot music nights
and dancing days
the echoes of songs wrenched
from hardscrabble beginnings
and Wild journeys through innocence
and bold experience
too soon your Voice subtracted
too soon the Dance winds down
songs rise like prayers
as mist from the lake’s surface
in the frosty dawn
absorbed into the ether
when there’s nowhere else to go
except Forever
candy apple red
reverberations
of notes played among other demons
other gods
an empty glove a bottle of water
and sticks just set aside
such homely touches
and i bet you never smelled
so damn many roses in all your life!
more like Sweat
from crazy dancers
lit like Fires in the midnight
more like smoke and burning herb
and wet dog
and starshiny catskill evenings
sweet with harmony
sticky with barbeque
noisy with children dodging between the notes
the beats the rhythms
of the Music that remains
when there is nowhere else to go
except Home
©2012 pamela twining
