POETRY: Boys Find Things In The Dirt

By walt | October 3, 2009

October 3, 2009 – by Walt Stewart

Summertime, playing marbles with your little brother

Lagging crystals, bowlees, and cat’s-eye’s in the dirt

Hearing the barking of your saxophone

To the beat of square, circle, triangle, and star shaped notes

Vibrating through your window screen

Raked through each tinny opening freely

Squawking bluesy rhythms escaped

Unlike your image hidden in your dark underworld.

Us outside free in the sunlight with your music

Never saw your face, wondered, where you loosing your marbles like me?

I know now you had found them in that darkness.

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