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Its a kind of blue
waiting blue plumbago on green leaves
waiting.. growing.. ready to fall
all together in a modal 12 bars for Freddie
still in the gravity of the dance the flamenco sketches
free for the blues moments but who cares
falling fast with the weight of its reflection
reflections in reversals
kind of blue
They say the universe is streaming out so fast we can’t see the light of it, but we imagine it. Vast gleaming stars reflected in our own still stream of deep water thoughts, prayers and doubts and tears. The tinkling bell bird calls from the trees past the bridge. The calling bell at the mountain top deep rings to bridge that thought, that if only we look down we might frightened see the mighty electric eel of desire through our reflected selves.
We might meet on that bridge one day and holding hands, suddenly forget the birds, the bells and the mighty deep and look out to the star’s so fast away into the sky their light has not yet reached, the bridge.
Photo: Tersiiska : flickr copyright 2014
This work is fictional – all rights reserved CJSmith 2014
Three men roared up the path to the outback pub. Shaking only some of the dust off they each walked up to the bar. Leaning on the bar the first guy, an office worker in the city on the coast, said.. Bartender he signalled..
Tequila !.
As an aside to the others he commented “you know I really like to get away down the road and get the bike to hit it’s straps”… “gives me a sense of tranquility”.
At which point the second guy, a poet said, “when I get on mine, it’s turbo fairly sings the body electric as I fly down the road..and that’s peace AND quiet for me”.
“Tequila ! ” said the bartender – sliding three shots down the bar.
They all drank with the requisite ritual of lemon and salt.
Holding the empty shot glass in his hand and sweeping it in the air, the rocket scientist from Woomera said “Listen boys, back in 1957 when they were doing the tests out here, I used to get on my bike and it would take off like a rocket. She’d fly so fast and break the sound barrier… you could hear a pin drop.
Tequila !!!
Photo: Agave Abstract – Tersiiska:Flickr – used with permission.
There’s the faint sound of the clock tick being drowned by the bubbling in the fountain. Apart from that minor motion it had been quiet that morning in the square. Later the market had opened as normal and fast sales of fish cheese ham wine meats olives and all sorts of produce got revving up throughout the day. That morning too, a local couple had gone to work in the midst of an argument. He to his office some miles from the square and she to her own boutique just a short walk away. She’d stormed out of the house and caught a bus into town instead of normally getting dropped off by her husband. On the strength of that, he decided to get in his new convertible and get to the office car park early.
When the offices closed for the day, she walked down to the market having calmed a little and waited for her husband to pick her up. Normal time being 6:30pm in winter as it was. As she sat by the fountain and thought through the day she somehow regretted being so impetuous with the email she’d sent that afternoon. ‘How dare he’ … ‘just go buy a sports car like that’ .. who was he trying to impress ?’. she thought. It was cold on the fountain step outside the hall and when the normal time ticked past she felt she should probably give him another chance.
His nice fast black car slowed a little as it drove through the square about an hour later. Looking out the window he saw her there waiting. ‘Stupid’ he thought and sped off at a great rate.
For some reason possibly the effect of the fountain and the clock she felt happy. If he came back around the block, well then good. If he didn’t well then good for that too and begone with the car.
