Savannah Night
City of romance,
Startles me with antebellum streets--
the smell of pralines invite us
from candy shops, invisible hands beckon, wafting
grazing our noses. The clop clop clop
of the horses and the bell of an old town trolley--
strangely rhythmic against the light slap
of river water against river walker.
The summer heat hugs my body--
it drenches us in sticky sweat.
We stroll through walls of tourists--
schools of fish that swim in endless
circles. How easy it is to be lost!
Hands tight together we manage
to slip through and watch the shore
The water travels east.
I imagine
Somewhere far away in the west,
where all rivers begin
a giant elephant raises his trunk
bellows loudly like thunder
and spews water. The slight
squeeze of your hand pulls
me away from dreams.
An old man sings
My Girl. You sing with him.
His voice tells a story
of a broken heart--
And though you sing the same
song, your voice tells another.
How easy it is to fall in love here!
But to stay-- to tight rope walk,
to juggle fire, like street performers
day after day for tourists, the same
rote routine, recreating new
excitement-- would it be impossible?
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