Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Sound from the recording studio

Trumpet music spills
into this strange winter
heat and into the street

as I smoke a cigarette
and watch the smoke rise
and dance with the breeze

into the naked trees, catching
it like a dream catcher
dangling outside

a trading post in the desert
somewhere on I-40
all the way home.

Raleigh, NC
2-22-2012

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