Saturday, November 5, 2022

Beautiful Eyes by Jeff Weddle

 Love stories are the only stories,
Wurlitzer jukeboxes
and summer rain.
 
But the stars, my dear, the stars!
 
Neon describes attraction
in waltz time
when everything clicks.
 
Let’s finish these drinks,
and tell everything we know.
 
And then, breathless?
Sinatra swings us around.
 
Shall we dance, love?
Shall we dance?
 
 

 
Jeff Weddle is a poet and writer living in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. He won the 2007 Welty Prize for Bohemian New Orleans: The Story of the Outsider and Loujon Press, and has also received honors for his fiction and poetry. Jeff teaches in the School of Library and Information Studies at the University of Alabama.

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