Ian Anderson 5 p.m., Dec. 8
This Is How Lonesome Feels
- The sun goes down and the sky turns dusky
- And everything tastes like homesick
- You drape the sky around your shoulders
- And know how lonesome feels.
- Every chord is minor
- Every light dim
- And if a stranger smiles at you,
- you see regret beneath the curve of lips.
- You’ve been alone too long.
- If you count the time in twilights
- it would number a lifetime.
- You understand moths dying for the light
- The sorrowful call of the whippoorwill
- The futile signal of the firefly.
- You imagine a lifetime of loneliness.
- You picture your hair going gray
- your body loosening into a fold of wrinkles
- Your best intentions pooled at your feet
- How long since you recognized a face
- Felt the touch of a familiar hand
- A bowl of flowers on a kitchen table
- An orange, peeled and halved for you.
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