IMPROVISATION# 280
REPETITION

We go though cycles
in the masked curious sun
as the snow is now
only marginal and thin
over this marathon run
just a curiosity of flakes
like our thought pattern
in an unfastened memory
here in upper Manhattan
with its mad fury of wind
as a storm passes away
from the Coast
on the last day
of February
days leap by in March
others ready to put
on ashes for all have sinned
and leaves fall as in a canopy
from Elm trees
in nature's natural pauses
taking off on my bicycle
with a fallen arch
after a marathon run
near the island's ocean
hearing a chorus of birds
sing for us
where we play riffs of jazz
over the sand in spring
and are overwhelmed.