out walking under the giants

out walking under the giants.
singing in soul, silently wondering.
the lights are just coming on but
it is still light. the street--
there are people, all kinds
of people on the street.
my throat is dry so i enter
a bar. stale beer stale drunks--
everyone and their several
shot glasses their half-full amber
glasses in front of them. i order scotch.
the burn is good at night.
especially this still seeing night.
another. warming. leave
a five. as i turn to
leave glittering eyes beckon
like purple leaves--blue eyes.
there is a smile between us,
myself and blue eyes. blue eyes
remind me of infinitely calm
sea beneath yellow sun.
this i tell her and she leans in
to hear--take her hand
and lead her out.