we sweep up the glitterati
leavings of stars and nincompoops
as the saxophone scales the walls
we watch the old admiral
walrused and obviated
dressed in his epauletual finery
slow dance with his kohl cased mistress
(she of the redundant hips
and sway
making beggars of her winsome knees)
he hums the foibled tune
played by the jambalaya jubilee band
waltz of the fallow field
and we all dig it
yes, we dig it
with silver spoons and chicken bones
the jackknifed furrows
dark and deep
under the flagrant magnolia moon
thecourseofourseasons
Observations from the Garden
thecourseofourseasons 
Anytime a saxophone climbs the wall I know it’s time for look for a magnolia moon… Love the poem
magnolia moon and saxophone…sigh…can it get any better… such a wonderful lush summer night feel to this kathleen
… As the saxophone scales the walls… That line really ‘ sang’ to me (pun intended). Very cool poem
what an end!!…great lines..
OH! MY! GOODNESS! This is fantastic in every conceivable way! LOVE what you did with words in this one. Especially loved her hips making beggars of her knees….LOL…..love the photo and the magnolia moon. Glorious writing!
I dig it very much ~ Love the creative verses specially the ending, flagrant magnolia moon ~
Good to see you Kathleen ~
Gosh, the language in this is phenomenally beautiful.
It is hard to beat a comment like that – smiles – thanks so much! K
Well it was true and sincere–I’m still trying to come down from the poem. Isn’t poetry wonderful–it makes magicians of us!
oh i would dig it too…ha…i love street musicians…walrused or otherwise….smiles…
play me a moon man….
Oh yes! Pretty damn fine write.
Anna :o]
Happy you think so! Thanks K