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
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