IMPROVISATION#294
WITH MY BATON

With my baton
in hand
conducting Berlioz
at this adolescent time
winged in rhythm
hearing the strings
of violins and cellos
while outside on the trees
there are heavenly birds
with soft wings
with shadows verging
on a Byronic spring
though he is now a Beat poet
here he was at eleven
taking his sporting debut
before a row of seats
at his first chance
at a bowing guest appearance
emerges conquering
his audience
as a king by the orchestra pit
in short pants.