There’s something magical
about Stevie Ray
while flyin’ down River Road
summer afternoon … top down
to the tune of Riviera Paradise
brings out a wanderlust
enhances scent of sea
visions of cranes in flight
… lifts
… softens harshness of day
scanning marshlands of green
cottonwood fairies in thousands
drifting in slow mo
over lines of colour purple
rows of golden wildflowers
… bulrushes
surrounding boat skeletons
lingering on the shore
to house families of swallows
Then …
one quick pluck -- guitar strings
lift … then bend and cry
to even higher grounds
of sedation
as fingers ease in play
sparking hope in the rush
of smooth music