City Day

I felt the cool sidewalk bliss
The cigarette smoke could envelope me
Into this abyss
And carry off and onto the streets
Sweet so soft september in
breezes so unfitting to our season.
The waves secreted something sacred
to reason
amongst our tattle tale thieves
and me
I’ve past so long ago.

For dreams carry nothing on
their backs
no weight, no wait,
no better day
With corner coroners
and sidewalk cafes
comes ethereal humming and strumming
away.

I felt this past, this has to pass
Hotheaded heat
stuttering choking
to speak
of towers just branching,
embarking toward rain.

-Music in Regine, 2008