A Tangoing Two (For Poetry After Dark)
Shining, full, blooming
Flowers, on the run,
As we walk by asphalt laying
Men melting in the Sun,
A salient, subtle breeze, can’t be beat.
Eve’s at House Of Blues,
Bring sway to everyone’s moves,
Bright lights, long nights, for the dawn patrol.
Morn’s Star, awakening to us
Not drowning in them.