Firefly lights flicker on the water
as shore lanterns reflect on the river.
In the bleak black mercury, I spot her—
the Lydia. At first, she’s a sliver
but then the white floating steam palace comes
in full brilliance. A party’s in full swing.
Booze flows faster the rushing fathoms
of the river. I begin listening.
What’s that sound? Sharp soaring, sweet blue notes drift
to shore. It must be jazz! Never I’ve heard
such a song that moves my soul. How it lifts
and wrenches and jerks my heart. How absurd
to think I’ve lived life before this moment,
My life before, I know now, was silent.Recommended1 Simily SnapPublished in