Imagined

The evening's soft wind is warm, yet cooling I looked out across the gray wet sand, from my usual stool Between my eyes and the horizon, I saw her standing on the edge of the rising tide, playing her saxophone, The sheer fabric of her dress moved casually, like a flag slowly dancing in the evening breeze There the dark water seagulls circled and the sun had turned red above the ocean's shore I watched each subtle breath as she played, While the sun's setting light kissed her hair, for a second The music she played was soft, smooth, like a good bourbon, filling my head Hey, bartender! How about another round. Before the night falls what I think I see disappears with the sunset 12/18/12