RENE MAGRITTE'S POSTCARD

Thank you, Rene Magritte
from your tangle of mystery
on a surprised postcard
by a visa and passport, 1968
a bard wears a red-greenish tie
over his expunged seer sucker
suited for the sated rain
under the leafs of trees
with a motive of respect
out of sheer bravura
as an motif of images appear
on a hotel lobby's T.V. screen
of Magritte's figurative paintings
as a student feeling like a fugitive
slumbers in from Orly airport
worrying about jet lag from Boston
reading "Numbers" with Moses
about his own own loneliness
in an anguish of nightfall's silence
from veneers of schizophrenic tones
by a window's antsy assurance
as June showers stretch across
the river as the bird sky dances
over the Bastille shadow,
here behind a stationary glass
at the outside cafe encountering
a solitary chocolate kiss
into happenings that flicker
through an unpainted canvas
by coiled trees tasting oranges
from fingers of scones
walking near close footfalls
by boat oars on the Seine
as spring floods
and pale butterflies vanish
at Paris nights by lamp stands
playing my alto sax riffs
until the fainting meadow
day breaks from absences
into an assembled clairvoyance
from unrelated essences in islands
of tone, virtuosity, and speech
from a poetry noted reflection
as your art delivers us, Rene
in a dream of colors labyrinth
here by recurrent
student awakenings
I'm taking snapshots
awakening in transparent words
and international jazz echoes
sought by affectionate lovers
walking by the sea floored Seine
under a taciturn umbrella
in assembled landscape insight
from incidents of private couples
over dusk's release waiting to view
Rene's surrealism at the Louvre
of his cutting away all frontiers
in paintings at delivered edges
by dada's sharpened invitations
opening an opulent flickering
of night lights sent from a city's
symbiotic vista resembling a time
of transparent, discordant rainbows
splashing out liquid's canvas
dizzily falling showers covering
your mirrored  kitschy statues
over a phantasm's originality.