Not Quite Moonlight

Not Quite Moonlight


My right leg's got the stutter,
And my left leg's got the swing,
The concrete has got the glimmer,
The imaginary sheen,
And the jazz is perfect,
For a moment,
Just in time.
And suddenly I am at the gate,
Red light,
Yellow light,
Green light,
And over the hill I coast,
With an exhilarated anticipation,
And then back down again.
Around the corner like a snake,
Slithering in the grass,
And the ones in front of me,
Like dust as I approach,
Soon forgot as I round the corner,
And into the space,
With a jolt and a jar,
I rock back and step out,
It's not the right key,
But who cares?
There'll be another.
My shiny silver modicum,
Inserted into the hole,
As the darkness surrounds me,
And I am enveloped,
With familiar scent and sight,
But it's fine as I sit.
To bring it all home,
And enjoy the moment,
And reflect.
She was awkward,
It was perfect for a moment,
And I wonder,
Imagine.


Invino Veritas
7/31/13
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