Call Me Tango
Under a shift of sun
and planets wobbly and weak
The backwood fires are lit:
Just call me Tango.
I erupt in light and seek the days
Like pebbles roiled by the ocean's churn.
Nights will bleed the true sap of soul
in magic increments
Til pride concedes to visionary confession.
Here is where my steel shoulder glows with oak-lites
and here is where the wafted voice of the evening shudder comes:
Tango Evening, Tango Blue -
Tango Blue Stars, Tango Golden Eye,
Seek your worldly dance inside this magic glass
of suns and water and time.
Before I lay my head to sleep in twilight blooms:
Safe birds calling to me,
Tango Blue, Tango Blue, Tango Twilight Blue!
After the dry weaver skips my soul like a warm stone across the sky,
I ordain myself Tango Blue.