Austin Stevens
da Vinci Light
Tuesday afternoons
can be gorgeous,
listening
to KPOO,
my old radio
balanced
on the window ledge
for perfect reception.
Coltrane
blowing hard
as the day surrenders
to the fading da Vinci light,
I drink another beer alone,
chasing memories
of her,
waiting for the moon rise.
Bio
I've been writing poetry since I was a kid. I've lived in St. Thomas, Chicago, California, and currently NYC. Poetry is a part of me wherever I am.