REUNION

Listen Now!
Listen Now!
Those three muse-keteers,
those holy Trinitarians
sing tonight on the silvery street
in the fine rain
and soft cool air.
We’re riveted right down
to the bone.

Walt, Kerouac, and Lorca stand
together
inside moons of in\
effable speech
and tender kisses,
kindness and wildness
shine from their black eyes,
heat pours from their
strong receiving bodies.

You men of the earth,
men of the city,
men of the dry
Andalusian
plains, Civil War
killing fields
and interstate highway
manic roadtrips,
we honor you,
and are thrice
blessed as our bare
skin tingles
electrically.

You faithful
to the taste
of blood oranges,
sweet melon
and white peaches,
give us this day
your nourishing bread
of shared time, and deep
and deep,
bluest night’s
dearest breath.