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WHEN The WIND COMES DOWN LONG LAKE in OCTOBER 
 
(1 AM in the morning  -  Naples, Maine)

When unseasonable lake water balm 
meets you tripping out of Ricks’ Café 
after midnight
you know those blues notes  
were not meant for you
tonight you’re off the hook
a poet’s advantage is being all here 
in this world yet outside its grip

you see certain slants and curves 
others deem not worthy of pause
by the ear or eye on curious forms

pretty is this small Village and mood 
here in Naples with its musical buzz 
tilting us leaning on the Causeway 
over lakeside guardrails peering out 
over black waters of Long Lake north  
to Harrison Village or Mt. Washington  
white capped beacon of New Hampshire

this night sky scatters star salted black
with cosmic light posing guided questions 
that share heavens with futures’ residents

cool fresh air wipes the hot barroom faces
moving outside Rick’s along the causeway 
attending flags slapping at the sharp wind 

the gals are in good hip dancing moods
as guys go pissing in available shadows  

tonight was a queen for a rook
so determined to ignore the rules

there will be lust and pregnancies 
to force new questions on the ages 
nature is the ultimate correctness
and it practices it’s tools of destiny
breaking all human rules by instinct
offending everyone without apology 
we all know it in our denials of mind
cement stuck earthbound in our flesh 


cheers then to the barmaids’ hustle 
stirring feminine joy and heat 
that keeps life grounded in basics
of modern denials such a joke..Hey? 

we reveal it all in drinking lips and eyes 
so cheers!! for musical babes that sway
sharing their girl spirit dancing attentions
we crave with our appreciative hungers

what astrological signs are rising up there
 tonight by alchemists’ charted light  wheel
across this October black sky as declared 
in the Boys Book of Blues it shall be lighter
or darker as Hell is pain and Heaven is joy 
and life is concerned with a Purgatory on
Earth this location as described by a sponge 
squeezed  here tonight from fleet moments 
our eyes did meet in a cell parade of  ages

outside Ricks Café we are breathing fresh 
lake water air baptized in a fleeting pause 
of calm joy captured in all this ephemeral 
night’s spirit high in our eyes and the wind 
bejeweled for your adornment as you wish 

you and I know by our essence we must 
slip away from this present grasp of now 
since we are all destined to give back flesh
in the hope our recorded breathes of life 
will survive in some memory celebrating  
night’s music and dance of us sentimental 
romantics in our finest buzzingest night’s 
smile  and applause being fulfilled then 
calmly when the wind comes down always
like this night on Long Lake in October 

Charles Eastland
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