Reflecting (#1)

Remembering The Moonglows, Bobby Lester's Moonglows, and the autumn meteors!

The moonset rode the whole sky down.
And the sunlight followed in unmarred blue
till evening     — almost a year ago.  And
here's this moon again     — shared over Uniontown
and Alabama Avenue     — over
these North Hills we drive home through
from such singing     — marking
the planes stacked one on one there with the starlight —
but not a contrail or cloud     — changing
the cold glow     / darkening
the glow their texturing
voices brought to be.

Song after / gesture after song and gesturing!
A three-encore set —
and second     — after the camera-chat
and smalltalk     / the beer-lines
and signatures!

And after these three days spent musing the songs
and the shared meals     — it's morning
in mid-Ohio hills     — morning with light
and Solitaires     — beginning
this week between     — with Wooster ahead
and     — surely
as clearing gutters out     — another daymoon
finished with     — as lost
as the still-starry dark I left you in —
but as real maybe     — and
more full because we shared it
with the music.

This morning the sunlight quickens the hills
ahead and in the rearview —
spicing the west sky      / spread
above still-standing stalks
and stubble.

And the moon's more full for it     / the moonlight
these four men made
to Bobby Lester's memory     — fixing
our eyes     love     on their own —
and more as that baritone stepped down
to work the oldies crowd
he walked through     — kneeling to sing for you
and take the sweet gift of your smiling
/ the small gift of the full fortune
being chosen's meant
for me.

 

© Appetite (2)