"Trumpet Vine"

Brassy, jazzy trumpets open
with the heat; the sensual wah-wah
of the plunger mutes, the spectral glide,
sets the mood tense and drawn-out,
and here she comes, summer the chanteuse,
swaying in slow time to the moaning blues
beat, orange dress against dark skin,
husky voice heat itself as sound sinking
into the shadows of loss and want
deep within until they simmer to the surface.