the honey mesquite smells sweet,
but sweeter still the golden aster plucked from the mountain trail
the dwarf rabbit brush whispers in the gale,
camping under the stars
till Cassiopeia retreats at dawn
a riderless mule steers itself over the horizon
as the sun sets on the sage;
the crawfish feast on suicide
the featherless soul of John James Audubon
has taken flight and gone
his aquatints mint gold in chiaroscuro song
life is as deep as the well is long;
my baby said she’s never coming home to stay —
all her clothes are done in pawn;
it’s always gonna be that rainy day
the future’s bleached the oaks of Arkansas;
it’s forever twilight in the gloaming of Wyoming —
sugaree, sugaree, what’s it all been for
if you see a blue moon standing alone and apart,
beyond the sunset, beyond the sea,
forget the dreams in your heart:
go keep it company
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Julian Isaacs
Picture Nick Victor
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Wow, Julian, loved it… and the drawing, smashing. x
Comment by Sarah Bennett-Green on 18 January, 2025 at 1:16 pm