Monday, August 2, 2010

Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail


Vineyards reach as far as a BART train 
for several stations down a two-lane highway 
stretching into night and hugging the ground 
where love walked away grabbing her hand.  

In a hybrid car she told her mother 
how a man cleaned her out with a dab of his finger,
traced her lips, the crows feet in her eyes 
then called her name to the stars in disguise.  

Together they altered weather patterns,  
changed a winter storm into a summer caftan. 
Those first few months from couch to car,  
they stirred clockwise into each other  

tap dancing on the highlights of dawn 
in rivulets, torrents, up-side-down
guitar strings stretched for several octaves  
along a fault and into mountain ranges  

leaving the bones of her smashed life set,  
injury into dust disintegrated.  
Listening, her mother understood how love   
shakes a woman down for everything she’s worth.    

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