Flower Moon


The man in the moon
plays tenor.
Light beams.
Cool blues flowers
fall into ballads.

One gardenia lands
behind a Lady's ear,
whispers languid rhythms,
drags drifts of Stardust
behind the beat.

Fine and mellow,
that yellow light,
closes eyes.

Jazz blooms at night,
thick and luscious,
sulty scented lily tone.
Moon escapes its empty home,
slides down vines, beats,
snakes in golden boughs.

Moon moans.

Wish on jazz.
She loves me,
she loves me not.
She dances,
she dances bop,
uncurls, spoons
into later bliss.

O kiss the night,
jazz moon.
Soft tenor.
Petal kiss.

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