the golden hummmm

the “mhm” and the nodding

without having to speak

 

two cups of spearmint tea

brewed, stirred, sipped

to aid with our digestion

 

we exhale fresh blue 

and daily dust

inhaling the suns last haze

 

four palms open

receiving our invitation 

into the big sound                                                           

                  

Hejira

we begin our exodus

towards the porous night

 

joni and jaco pull against

the vinyl, the needle dragggs

we too with it draggg

 

free flow limbs twisting 

and wrapping around this

what ever this is…

 

fretless

blotted pink 

and honeyed eyed

 

I easily slip through 

the cracks of my fingers

and drip onto you