dusty sun

I saw you.
like a laminated letter, the
message was there but the text
was not clear, a mess of the ink
becoming lost in the meaning but
not a single word made clearer
in the ways that a person can see
sometimes deep within a brain a
person can make more work than
could ever be accomplished by
the hands, you knew I was here, here
for you even though you didn’t
know how much it was true, it
just took all of your energy to keep on
getting up in the morning and now that
you were having a better job in the evening
a whole better world had
opened its arms up to you
and if you knew when the champion of late
moon sparkle had planned to be here
then you would have acted differently
but now it is just the final flow of an
overworked crew, ranch hands and
waitresses and bartenders and cooks
with nothing better to do than collect
collect together, like leafs in a rain gutter
and they wouldn’t believe in the magic
if it walked up and asked for
the time


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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