Walt McDonald


Walt McDonald Poems

1. Opening The Cabin In March 1/20/2003
2. Losing A Boat On The Brazos 1/20/2003
3. First Solo 1/20/2003
4. Gardens Of Sand And Cactus 1/20/2003
5. Jogging With Oscar 1/20/2003
6. My Father On His Shield 1/20/2003
7. The Waltz We Were Born For 12/1/2014

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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 ...

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