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