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The Rising Sound

A poem I wrote Saturday...some Saturday

From the ground...

Imagine the sweet melody fed a bed
of instrument's rhapsodic elevation overtaking
our drunk life forms --
the chorus fading beneath the surface,
a sweet divide of ecstasy
like a slow burn

at fever pitch repeating
as the dizzy instruments,
over-compensating, swelter --
a hot summer escalating
like a field of locusts to ears
buzzing, chirping,
never thinning
until we pass out

in a bed of nature's flowered beauty,
side by side,
taking in a bright sun
in a cloudless sky --
rotating, reforming
before the tree's shadows
elongating, start shading
our willing corpses
spinning deep into earth
beneath us

unwilling to swallow us whole
before the light
drains
out.


9.19.20

from my cellphone, typed at a wedding reception (among eight or so poems 'penned')