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guy scutellaro
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May 8
Dixie and the Tear Drops Falling
the bar was dark cave.
Dixie sang a song
and I pretended
she was singing to me.
two amateur fights,
2 black eyes
and a broken nose.
(and i couldn't get the silly grin off my face.)
"there is something beautiful
about the fall
to the canvass," I tell her,
"the sweet dreams only of you."
Dixie shook her head,
"why do you fight
when all you do is lose?"
"if you don't fight
you've already lost."
Dixie said I was crazy
and i scared her.
"but Dixie
you are my only friend.
we'll pull the stars down from the sky,
set the wicked night on fire."
Dixie tried hard not to,
but she smiles.
and there is something graceful
about the fall, golden leaves. the brevity
and the cooling air
and the nights we had by the lake.
a silent embrace...her warmth lingers against me,
a quiet tenderness beyond touch
and all we knew was a timeless "now."
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