photo by Sandra L Hazley
shadows
on the high desert
wrapped
in nostalgia doo-wop
yes
they
were former oliver high school students
everyone
wanted to know about
their
fame and how they went far
from
pittsburgh's northside
the
blue moon is always full
and
won't come back for a few years
the
lanky guy with the big bass voice
reminds
us that
love
can
just rise suddenly
even
at the corner candy store
leaving fog hanging over
the
streetcar turn-a-round
distorting
your view
of
the next blue moon
with
holy roads and alleys
before
you
empty
stoops
parched
rivers and lakes
vanishing
without a coda
--- e b bortz
2 comments:
Good one, Ed! Beauty, longing & sorrow bearing witness.
—Ben
thanks Ben!
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