When the Wind Comes Down Long Lake In October
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
Copyright © Charles Eastland | Year Posted 2019
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