Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Bebop Beach

Jazz in the morning
gives me a Feeling.
Yes, capital F.
The day is gray sky,
impending rain,
but I'm walking on
the sunny side of my brain.
The shadow man has been
blanched out of existence,
a lost love recedes like the tide
that ebbs to the horizon,
leaving smooth mud
for my footprints
and heavy big toe.

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