In The Mirror
With Sarah Jayne out back on the cello,
only her stool, and its vanishing varnish
speak of comfort as she covers Yo-Yo Ma
The porch light’s red bulb sighs an inviting rose quartz
In spent fields, ravens glean grain as my baby and I walk
Black waves of them flutter about us unashamed, as she tells me;
"The sunset is coming soon, Blue, all I had I gave to you"
I softly laugh, recalling her pleasurable, if not profitable, sacrifice
"And when the stars come out, baby...what of us then?"
She looks at me, easily taking my hand, and laughs...softer still
“It’s a dream, Bluesy, washing over you and I, and when the stars come out,
Sarah Jayne’s cello is quieted as the porch light flickers..."
...just bein' Bluesy