Translucent Shadows



At my side sit the chords of deep patterns and fine scores
notated in felt pens where deep gigs lie in full stores,
flows close to sundown fill purple and orange brooks
skymusic, close sitars, then guitars was all it took.

Translucent shadows, hints of a full moon past
pick up the sun, ride out a rainbow at last
floating in full trucks, catching some great luck
this games just a crap shoot, your dice or no loot.

But you pick up your boots, trick hat and that dour look
make for the doorway, the table, a bale of hay
Between rewood fog and wavy slivers of sharp light
live soft faires, deranged cowboys and it's still all right.

Translucent glows, hints of a full moon at last
memory on the run, blast out a rainbow real fast
floating in full trucks, catching some great luck
which games just a crap shoot? her dice or no loot.

Dancing in camoflage neon colors and gypsy wands
Mexican tequila draining through outstretched palms
sometimes the beach road is wrong way or no way
crys the open doorway, screams way the far off sea.

Translucent reminders, hints of a full moon that was
lit from above, shadowed by memory of a dove
Translucent glows, hints of a full moon at last
memory on the run, blast out a rainbow real fast.



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