THE FALL

Praising ponds
with hard ice fishing nearby
as rivers and cedar trees
a melody
has been raised
in the mad wind
off the Coast
a visiting city bard
is blowing riffs
from his tenor sax
as leaves from
off the Cape's waters
has voiced its breeze
now the poet has relaxed
on a bench over the shore
reading a French novel
under a lunar sky
eating bon bons and almonds.