Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Obviously the Only Way There's To Be Any Hint of Sunshine Around Here Today

Crossing State Lines [Shirtsleeved afternoons]

by Rita Dove

Shirtsleeved afternoons
turn toward leather as the trees
blush, scatter a last

few bright, weary wisps across
the great bruised heart of the South.

The spirit cup drifts
down the pond's moon-sparked highway.
Far laughter, shadows.

Love or poison? Your turn. Drink
to the star-drenched latitudes!


  1. Lovely words... and I loved the cover of "Find the Cost of Freedom"... how could it be that those guys wrote so many simply incredible songs ?


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