Saturday, February 18, 2017

IMPROVISATION#287
INTO A NEW PRESENCE

You can almost feel
it's spring near the docks
of the ocean
given another chance
along Cape Cod
into a new presence,
I'm rooted under
a late February breeze
seeing a few signs
along the highway
like this Vermont brown bear
by the forest woods
who does not want
his picture taken
near a burdock on grasses,
my guitar has suddenly appeared
after a season under the sofa
with a swaying melody in E
hearing the blue birds
over snowy branches
or cardinal sing
above the Evergreen
kneeling down
to nature's God
by the sunshine
is already on the beach
by riverbeds
seagulls face us
openly near the rocks
a local sculptor is out
shaping geometric patterns
and an eccentric Beat poet
looking like Whitman
returns from Manhattan
is stammering to write
on the sand.





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