And I Walked Home Alone
He was playing his guitar unaware of time or
waves of heat that hung above the sand and it was beautiful
just as I remembered from those summer nights when
June bugs crashed around the porch light.
Afterward we drank some beers and watched the moon come up
across the avocado grove.
He was playing his guitar and as I paused to listen
I watched his fingers dance across the strings just as I did
those summer nights so very long ago.