with the setting sun,
and the fairy lights turned on,
and the low chatter in the air,
and my man next to me
and all our loved-ones around us, too,
there couldn’t have been more magic.
but then, alas, four familiar musicians set up their stage
and took up playing their set.
our yard transformed yet one more time
and so to tuxedo junction we went:
all those good old swinging tunes
were played by a bass, sax, guitar and clarinet
and we danced
until sweat ran down our cheeks.
oh and as these sweet swing tunes
filled the air and traveled on
all life seemed to pulse right through
my veins, hers, and everyone else’s, too.
musical oceans we were.