Silly Cyrano!
All men have their nose
to face.
A second test of courage,
lest a hulking torso
have chicken legs.
Feather,
broken
and alone.
dedicated to Anonymous
by Dave Brubeck, The Younger
c. 2025 David William Brubeck. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Summer
You old Indian summer
You’re the tear that comes after
June-time’s laughter
You see so many dreams
That don’t come true
Dreams we fashioned
When summertime was new
You are here to watch over
A heart that is broken
By a word that somebody
Left unspoken
You’re the ghost of a romance in June
Going astray
Fading too soon
That’s why I say
Farewell
To you
Indian Summer
“Indian summer”, this version by Victor Herbert, music & Al Dubin, lyrics
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