IMPROVISATION# 230
A BEAT SPEAKS HIS MIND

With a cup
of green tea
 in his hand
with the clouds passing
  after a storm
 a Beat poet
  speaks his mind
by asking you to love somone
or something today
be it animal or mineral
even an ephemeral
 object d'art on canvas
 at your feet
now warming by the fire
my eye  shadows depart
a fixed stare   at a tiny  sparrow
who sings over
the window pane,
now has it lost
 a wing in the wind?
or perhaps it is only
that I'm the one buried
in my lonely reflection
as I pass to  the bird
a peace sign
   in bread and something
 to drink in a glass
     as the sun hits  me
as water drops falls
 from the slate roof
 and the gutter rain dances
as shining diamonds
collapse  as rays
 at my sound proof studio
a poet will utter creatively
 from his loft
   on this cold February day
above a frenzied first light
crossing lines in my picture
  as in the lively Sixties
to feature in my abstract drawing
     the expressionist in me
depositing into our color field
  our artistic choice of happenings,
as the Word in a soft
compelling inner voice reveals
with my visor cap off to you
revealing a precursor to love.