Ashanti Came From Nowhere

Ashanti came from nowhere
      To be the center of his life

A friend of a friend of a friend
      Who was the last minute substitute guest
At the professional directors' workshop luncheon
      That Ledo almost didn't show up for

Then he got caught in traffic
      Nearly bailed to start a long weekend early
Noontime on Friday of memorial Day weekend

But he hung tough
      Finally showed up
And there at the table for lunch
            Ashanti smiled
      And everything changed

They got lost in convereation about not much at all
      They strolled through the park across the street
They found a bench and lingered some more

Before they knew it
      It was dinner
And the cafe he suggested downtown
      Was a natural nightcap for both
For the first day of the rest of their lives

Ashanti came from out of nowhere
      To be the center of his life

A friend of a friend of a friend
      Who was a last minute substitute guest
At the professional directors' workshop lunchen
            That Ledo almost didn't show up for


For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
December 1, 2011

Hover With Me Now

Hover with me now
      Woman of my dreams
Six inches off the water

Taking flight like
      A couple of honking geese
Separated from the Vee

Off on our own
      Flying parallel to the river surface
Fog and mist

Glee and giddy
      Rushing unfettered toward an obscure corner
            Cozy and quiet
Private and pure delight

Hover with me now
      Woman of my dreams
Six inches off the water



For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
December 1, 2011

Down By The Water's Edge

Down by the water's edge
      Down where the land's shed
Runs headlong into the sea
      At the mouth of the Manasquan

Down where Neptune's pawns
      Rise up to be checkpoint sentries
            Supervise
      As brackish forces
Penetrate and integrate
      Becoming sea swill as fast as
A human might breathe in the harbor's fog
      Forever now belonging to the vast
The wide Sargasso Sea
      Stretchung from here thousands of miles
To the mouth of the Mediterranean
      Where civilizations as we knew them
Once began their march across time

And we stand here at the Contental ledge
      Able to contemplate our fate
            Our place in the world
      Our past
Our future

Down by the water's edge
      Down where the land's shed
Runs headlong into the sea
            At the mouth of the Manasquan


Fir Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
December 1, 2011