IMPROVISATION #31
AT HALIBUT POINT
(for T.S. Eliot 1888-1965)

Here in Rockport
down by the spice corner
buying a chocolate candy
now I'm ice fishing
in the early dawn
the sun contributing
to the shade
playing my alto sax
by my orange kayak
trying to relax
lunging along the rocks
at Halibut Point
when watching clowning
children making
fifty cent lemonade
I'm back at the sea docks
with a net of butterflies
my back to the wind
thinking of the poet
T.S. Eliot who visits here
looking at the church clocks
wishing he has not sinned.