outside my charcoal window panes
it's fucking dark man for 9am
a few church-going all-season tires
throw rain into the sky above the macadam
it's oddly serene, evergreen porch instrument
and rubber wheels, a rather odd duet
but it is music nonetheless, and I think
that would be a great band name,
Bamboo Rubber-Band ...and folks
would likely try to imagine what kind of tunes
they play, and I can't help but think
it was sunny and Hot when I fell asleep
after my hike in the woods along the Chesapeake,
on the coast, fisherman, sailboats, grills smoking..
children shrieking from the cold bay water,
but away from the shore on a beloved trail of mine
there were whitetails bouncing at the sound of my boots
and black snakes sunning themselves finally
able to shake off the chill of a spring dragon's breath
with no fire for patient serpents, just chilly exhalation....
wow, it seems like a lifetime ago...this little story...
but it was yesterday
