Thursday, February 16, 2017

IMPROVISATION#260
NO FORM OF ILLUSION

No form of illusion
or self delusion
by these echo of sea shells
rolling on the beach
at Bar Harbor
listening the sea voices
of songbirds
reaching out by rocks
and ice fishing crevices
playing jazz riffs of sax
into my small boat ride
between the streams
to relax
before the shooting stars
rise in the cloudy sky.



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