Grayland Quiet
descends as the sky crystallizes into stars,
quiet broken only by the hiss of wet wood,
crackle of cedar,
mating calls from swamp and pond,
dogs and machines,
drunken talk
about bad actors in good movies,
when men wore hats
and white gloves were de rigueur at White Castle,
who gets the last beer,
whether the fire needs another shot of starter fluid,
gulls and crows,
if there would be a tide without a moon,
surf without wind,
or a beach with sand and shells,
why we can't stay another day,
why smoke rarely follows beauty -
before the sudden patter and sizzle of rain,
a rush to store camp chairs
as wind and clouds dissolve the stars -
another wet evening at the beach,
the night's quiet broken by the beat
of flag poles against the trailer.
IF MY MAIL BOUNCES, MAIL [log in to unmask] AS AN ALTERNATIVE.....April Arthur
Seeley and Gary poetry poems at:
http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html --- Writer's Hood at
http://www.writershood.com/..... Poets for Peace.... ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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