jazz

    the blowers sweep piles of leaves off the sidewalks

    they humble the loud truck engines

    i set the volume higher



    i listen to Duke



      Descartes missed by a mile

      thinking is a distant

      runner up to being



      thinking



      overtook my time

      like about

      the diff



      between



      infatuation

      and being in love

      and my winter approaching fast



      i know the answer



      the palette

      from crazy

      to aching for years



    the blowers on the sidewalks don't let up

    and i listen to jazz











                           Wlodzimierz Holsztynski ©

                                 1995~10~23