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.
