GUADALUPE 2
A slow song lingers on long days
under a 110 sun, Apollo reins to loiter
in the blue stretched between steep
horizons. Mind on the fuzzy edge
of delirium, lyric mantras arrive like
friends from 1965. I am thirsty,
just as naïve as then, listening
through poor acoustics to my
reshuffled rhymes reverberating,
new words to a familiar tune
inserted as the forgotten fade.
By noon, I can’t look up to face
the light, blinded by harness silver
set afire, despite my Atwood palm
and diluted sun block leaking
down channels of emotion cut
deeper with time – the haunting
melody that begs to cry with,
and for, the persistent spirit
humbly camped within us
with a good lot on its mind.
- for Tom Russell
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