Live Music

the evening

is setting in like an enchantment

in someone’s magic globe

i wonder

if you wrote a girl a book of poems

would she feel it?

like a ghost getting out of bed

in the back of her mind?

can she feel it?

is an August evening

something you can preserve

in your heart forever

like a magic globe?

i am learning to cooperate with my senses

and i hesitate before going back to work

the birds are screaming above the lagoon

i can hear them over my music

somehow i think if i

could possibly stay still enough

i could reach anything

–Harry Ricciardi

Harry builds boats in vineyard haven. You can find his Tumblr here.

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