“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


jazz cat baby

real life hot magic red brick road.
trees of dreams,
dreams of rain,
and the cat's in the cradle of a summer house,
wanting out, away, gone, shelter,
and back home safety.

speckled lizards, swooping cardinals,
snakeskins slithered out of,
the sound of dogs and drive-by hiphop loud against the heat.
monkey grass, magnolia blossoms,
and it is jazz under her skin;
she knows this, knows this,
but it is new, baby -
this shade is bigger
and there is a different dapple of sunlight upon the grass,
and the trees touch the summertime sky,
but she knows this, she knows this.

white couch lazy with blue pillows,
daytime clothes slithered out of,
the sound of jeans hitting the floor and bottletops popping.
ice in glasses, limes on the counter,
and it is silence or salsa, baby.
she knows the corners and the swishing of skirts,
but this is new -
she speaks saxophone, not spanish,
and jitterbugs in the nighttime.
sleep is for squares,
and the moon is a companion on this street.

shimmer, sun, shadows, open door.
she knows this, she knows this. 



  1. Yes .. I think I'm swooning as well! magical words!

  2. I love that she's making her way!

  3. Such images you paint with words. They are very good. Swishing of skirts and slithering our of daytime clothes, yes I see it.

  4. Wow.

    Debi, I'm so glad you commented on my blog so that I could come here and discover your stunningly resonant poetry and artwork.

    Wow, wow.
    LOVE this.

  5. Oh my... that was music and jazz and magic and perfect.
    On fire, I tell you, on fire!
    And I love, love, love the image...

  6. This is musical! I love the way you write, friend. Coffee soon. I'm not forgetting!

  7. Oh I just love this!!! The imagery is wonderful- Thanks for sharing!!! Have a wonderful 4th!

    Patti (from facebook :)

  8. the photo drew me in ..the song of life with the cat in a space kept me ..foot tapping heart smiling


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