& Art Floats Away Like Love

Casting a street light shadow,

he leans against a wall

in a street gone to sleep,

plucks a soft tune on an

old guitar, sings, and drinks

in the resonance of the night.

The notes are like echoes, ghosts, smoke in the air.

 

… meanwhile, across town…

Hunched over a cafe table,

on a serviette he sketches

the woman across the room.

In blue ink alone he catches

the gleam in her eye as she

dreams her own dreams.

He folds the picture under his cup just before he leaves.

 

… in another place…

He watches the people,

imagines their lives, talks

for them, creates histories,

drafts & redrafts poems

for them in his mind, but

never speaks a word.

In silence, the poems fall as tears from his eyes.

 

& art floats away

like love.

 


Published in ZineWest 2014, October 2014

Published in The Frequency of God, Close-Up Books (December, 2017)

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