Written by: Alan Reed

Faint away Ry Cooder 
as the candle flame danced 
reddish green and the wick crackled 

Cassiopeia together 
through the night screen 
crooned Diana Krall 
and a dying moon 

three white birds 
softly perched at the 
window sill 
hoping to join in 
their warble a suitable fit 

insects of every shape 
and watercolor 
tangoed past 
as if ordered 
by some higher authority 

stinging pain carom off the 
right side of my heart 
and get lost 

fall asleep 
earlier than smoking the wicker