Rolling Through Intersections

Last Dance

What Doesn’t Play…
Let’s be cliche one more day…

Let’s see what plays
Down by the river tonight,
Where the earth slows.

I lay my arm on your shoulder.
Whispered words found
And there’s that smile.

Two eyes twinkle, brighten,
As we hear them start.
But, a song plays already.

Their fire will be mine,
As I take your gift hand —
Warm blood flows there.

It’s golden, idling in place,
Carried on lifting melody
When a heart harmonizes right.

With your hand, two twirling,
When a light rain begins.
It can’t put out smoldering.

When enough, back to the ride —
Carriage down cobblestone.
All light inhales my oxygen.

The last bend, nearing —
I ask for your hand again.
But, you give it away tomorrow.

When I join the river again,
The band repeats the old anew.
Our songs lay in sightless black.


7/17/25
27 lines, tight but free verse
Happy it’s ending. We start anew, renew until last frost.
I trouble with ending line…grammar and intent. Thinking on it.