Walt McDonald Poems
- The Waltz We Were Born For I never knew them all, just ...
- My Father On His Shield Shiny as wax, the cracked veneer ...
- Jogging With Oscar When I take my dachshund jogging, boys and...
- Gardens Of Sand And Cactus My wife takes salt for starters, ...
- First Solo I see her thumbs-up sign go down to take the ...
- Losing A Boat On The Brazos Downriver rocks were ...
- Opening The Cabin In March That's why we're here, that ...
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The Waltz We Were Born For
I never knew them all, just hummed
and thrummed my fingers with the radio,
driving five hundred miles to Austin.
Her arms held all the songs I needed.
Our boots kept time with fiddles
and the charming sobs of blondes,
the whine of steel guitars
sliding us down in deer-hide chairs
when jukebox music was over.
Sad music's on my mind tonight
in a jet high over Dallas, earphones
on channel five. A lonely singer,
dead, comes back to beg me,
swearing in my ears she's mine,
rhymes set to music that make
her lies seem true. She's gone
and others ...