Thirty-two seconds (a poem)

Rescued from a couple of lines from a poem I wrote back in April…

The thirty-two seconds of woozy pedal steel
slinking around between the folds of my brain
should have been the entire song

That I could have dreamed to

That I could have stretched and shaped and cut up
into staccato pieces
sharp enough to give the idea edges

The thirty-two seconds of woozy pedal steel
stretched and shaped and cut up into staccato pieces
should have been the dream
stitched out of moments unnoticed during waking hours

That I could have danced to

That I could have wrapped around her shoulders
still glowing in the moonlight
radiating warmth and dipping ever so slightly

The thirty-two seconds of woozy pedal steel
still glowing in the moonlight
should have been the cloak

I wrapped around her shoulders

That should have been my opening offer

(11 June 2018)