It's nowhere near finished yet. This is probably the first third or so.
I settle back against the wall
Light a cigarette and brush the grit from shingles off my palms
Exhale; trace the tendrils with my eyes
Til they're scattered by the sultry August air.
City lights have stained the sky
To the east, a faint orange glow
Imbuing the shroud of darkness
With ephemeral shades of tangerine.
In the time frame of only heartbeats
I watched the moon rise to where it's halfway between
Outstretched wires of telephone lines
That sway gently like an abandoned swing set Mournfully beckoning a rider.
I wrote this after a Jawbreaker binge. Not trying to imitate them or anything, I was just inspired to jot down some quick thoughts I had about a day in downtown Annapolis.
I pull my jacket tighter against the breeze that rolls in off the bay It's freezing out, and raining, but I've got you and half a pack of cigarettes We're hiding out down by the Market House.
Is that the dead gray sea of clouds reflected in your eyes Or just contentment as we laugh over sample size cups of gritty coffee That last until they're cold as our shaking hands.
The tourists packed it in hours ago, but we'll stick the downpour out Moving from one storefront overhang to the next Until, soaked through we gave up even trying to stay dry.
I pulled you into the doorway of an Italian cafe the midshipmen like And tried to think of something I should say but then I gave up on words and kissed you instead.
We started off this day with no intentions but to get lost But in the February sleet of an abandoned city What I found brought me home.
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