Tuesday, October 19, 2010

To be a night owl
And catch the band
Play a blue note
In dark shades on the stage

Is to buy the hype
That as the music rolls
Shattering
Literature is written on scrolls.

But why end a debate?

Who’s to say a swift wind
Through willow branches
In the pale morning
Reminds you of a cathedral,
Down a shaded path, constructed
Of towering forests?
Are there gargoyles in the reeds?

Let’s roll a nickel down the sidewalk at noon
And watch firsthand the fallout
Of racketeering with strangers.