Midsummer Night

Midsummer night. Backyard, lights out.
Bathed in the mountain breeze, lying
on the patio chair. T-shirt, shorts, slippers.
Below the rugged line of the Peavine ridge
slowly sunk the Big Dipper.

In this utter tranquility, came
the clear loudness of Ulysses,
through the headphone to my ear,
the manifesto, from a portable CD player,
of the artist as an young man.

(2005-08-13)