from Jazz Fingerings 3/


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Westerly humidity means jazz goes soft as transposed
roses in the nick of time, the pulse a measured bass 
upstaged by steel cut oat groat timeline clenched
then baked where rain lines silver close to waves
unmeasured unhesitating to feeble toss a frisbee 
into parallel chance slipped out of morning all usual
as preyed upon as open a testament bald glad 
declarative impulse spatched upon a plate with room
to transist past gramophone finesse. The charged paved
sitcom open to change with hasps of flight made whole
by way of speech stretched past the seeds the stalls 
the psyche of a small bird bathed open under window
swollen with reed smatterings first relished then 
released to define all surfaces from wool to yards 
to felony let go into the raucous night as plaid
as scree picked out of place the limbs stone by
until the wheels go golden in the moist overcast
thin wind polite as habitation near episodes we think 
we recollect to form some mountain forecast as improvised
on bass plucks that situate suggested limbs that play
to wind still changing in parsed engines that broadcast leisure.

 

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Sheila E Murphy

 

 

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