Sunlight & staircases
Blue windows
In the pines
Pianos & violins
& saxophones
&
Holly sings
Man I Love
Old microphone old Joe
Whistle
At the sea
At
The
Orange
Night
The ponds & the stars
& the gingerbread's colors brightest at dawn
The row doors & stoops
& the bandstand lighted
White lattice
On the green
No snow on the pond tonight
Just
It
- -
The breezes the tangerines & the music
- -
& Man I Love
Friday, March 14, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
the sloop, the muse sally sea...
Out
The Matisse open window
Boats
On a flower beach
On a flower sea
Sailing
To palm leaf Havana & her courtyards of paint
Oh!
The sloop, The Muse Sally Sea
Sails
In a tossing ocean against the current
Leaving the Philosophic & the Beautiful Landscapes
Rain & wind sun & moon
Buoys dint the hull walls
Fenders shield the bucking bow
& lyrics & jazz
& soul eyes go
To
Hear
Lester Young at Olivia's Patio Lounge
& visit
Clifford Brown's horn twice a week wherever it is
& on a low bench
Paintings & sketches are stacked pencils & brushes
A red pen & paper, some folded some crumpled
Pictures
&
Song
And on the bench too Matisse's book, Jazz
& black coffee black tea, breads & raspberry jam
The oil lamps rattle
&
Outside
All the easels fall over
She holds Van Gogh's letters tightly
- - a lovely storm
The Matisse open window
Boats
On a flower beach
On a flower sea
Sailing
To palm leaf Havana & her courtyards of paint
Oh!
The sloop, The Muse Sally Sea
Sails
In a tossing ocean against the current
Leaving the Philosophic & the Beautiful Landscapes
Rain & wind sun & moon
Buoys dint the hull walls
Fenders shield the bucking bow
& lyrics & jazz
& soul eyes go
To
Hear
Lester Young at Olivia's Patio Lounge
& visit
Clifford Brown's horn twice a week wherever it is
& on a low bench
Paintings & sketches are stacked pencils & brushes
A red pen & paper, some folded some crumpled
Pictures
&
Song
And on the bench too Matisse's book, Jazz
& black coffee black tea, breads & raspberry jam
The oil lamps rattle
&
Outside
All the easels fall over
She holds Van Gogh's letters tightly
- - a lovely storm
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