Buddy Smith
@buddy_smith199
A father and a few lesser things. My words & photos.
A man needs an open country a duet with the sky oh, but the warm light in windows you see from the starlight road #vss365
Who can sleep on this blue speck when the moon is a moment a hopeless romantic & a road takes you driving to a valley where a band plays in the key of a desert breeze you’re spinning in orbit the small of her back damp through her shirt & she is there & then she isn’t #vss365
In every lost city rain wets the longing streets where there's a heart for the taking a tear will submit to the falling & so the blue notes on jazz alley float away there lived a woman here yesterday she spoke so lovely in her modern way #vss365
When you erase the day with a prayer in the accent of wine & the lonely lights blink on in the distance you feel the evening on your shattered skin soft as her beautiful promise #vss365
In the old city what's done in the feathery dark brings you to the light with your face in her palms you vanish, a disciple to her breast grieving is spiritual, like aging, you think & the olive branch that taps at the window at night in the wind is only budding just yet #vss365
Lightning is born in the mountains I have seen its arrow in a river the color of a crying woman’s eyes
The years tumble by like her letters on the wind postmarked "nowhere" but I know where she's been: blessing the troubled towns with her tender light how sweet it is
Her face again after all these long years soft in the glow of a front porch light
Yesterday I walked past the café on 6th Street where we didn’t mind waiting for a table because we were good then at holding hands it seems I've lost the tender fight I am like that just before I sleep and in the gray light when I rise & greet the space in my chest #vss365
Your wandering boy from the high range is beautiful & back again you've wanted a lot of things in your life but you needed him take a tall chance when he comes blazing in
The heartbreaking thing Was that look on your face As the sky spilled blue-hour wine All over the snow in the yard No longer a smile from out of the past My girl in the wild grass Pretty in your summer dress Red-winged blackbirds confessing your name
Somewhere #someone is listening to the rain & feeling far away from home #vss365
My love is a believer in light over dark she says the brokenhearted will see each other again & storms on the high plains are gentle memories now she sees things that I cannot see in the soft spaces between every sunbeam #vss365
Arrowleaf balsamroot on the first hot day of the year. 81 degrees.
“Lonely Street" was the last dance. I was falling for her dark eyes in a town up river. She walked me to her sacred place, gave me wine for my toxic truth. My mind softened in her lap by then. Forgetting is easy. There came a snow-scented wind, & a light blinked far away. #vss365