
Tequila
on the rocks
on the beach
on my mind
Yes please, put it
on her tab
© Chagall 2014

Tequila
on the rocks
on the beach
on my mind
Yes please, put it
on her tab
© Chagall 2014

As a samba goes
so does the summer’s
last dance in sand
while surf rolls
muted offshore
in whispers
she hushes you
to quiet small steps
fragrant embraces
and softer kisses
still she waves
a silhouette
in starlight
© Chagall 2014

I seek the promise of April
when August comes to end
hope’s resigned
run its course
hand in hand in hand
bygone sunlit trio
children grow old
falter
return to earth
they do
overgrown paths
we walk
yet traces
of old stones
still visible
errant trails
that once led straight
and wide
we were spry katydids
weren’t we?
spring in our heels
will-o’-the-wisps
the last season’s
hardest
now hand in hand
two lonesome
break
harder ground
© Carlos Chagall, 2013