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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Sultry, Summer Nights
[inspired by redbrick's poem, "Homestead Nights"]
The township roads around our
small rural village formed an
intricate network of pathways
among and between fields, woods, and
sprawling corporate agrarian enterprises.
Most of our peers could not be bothered to
notice the evocative way the emerging
stars sparkled upon the summer's
sultry air just after dusk, like a
kind of excitement prepared for revelation.
In my compact car, on the rear right
floorboard, BlueShift's shoes lay where
he had eagerly tossed them---finding
them useful only for uncooperative
surfaces and inclement weather.
Beneath the tattered cuffs of
his baggy, and rather distressed, jeans
(defiant of parental fashion directives),
BlueShift's feet, sheathed in midnight
blue socks (fragrant and, as I enjoyed from
time to time, flavorful) were just
barely visible in the light of the
c.b. radio's signal-strength dial.
Through that device, our real community
knew us as BlueShift and Starwatcher---
not that "thug from up the street"
("I never liked his eyes," my mother said,
forty-nine years and six days ago).
Our real community knew us, and I
knew him as my First Beloved.
Starward-Led
It does take the reader into
It does take the reader into the scene and feels like those "summer movies", bringing to mind "Summer of '42," even. It also brings me back to those young days when we first got our freedom through cars and friends and driving about!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Thank you so much. That is
Thank you so much. That is exactly the effect I sought.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]