might as well still be poetry month

BUDDHIST TAKES, 5

 

Kids from the local arts high school

play Chick Corea’s Spain by the river

under a tent people go crazy

over mangy dogs auctioned off

the river bereft of boats compared

to last, unauctioned dogs squeal

ramped up into the Uhaul.  Guitar

solo first, then trumpet, vibes.

Beyond measure.   A sparrow dips extra long

in the drinking trough, a spider bites

my calf--milk it for all it’s worth.  Why not?

Vibes first, then guitar, no trumpet:

We don’t get around much anymore. 

Some folks dig jazz, some dig bones.