Morning Poem, April 27, 2017

 

These early Spring mornings remind me of Taos

Yellow sunlight filtering, being prismed through the mist

And Herbie Hancock playing Joni Mitchell songs

Soft and low, sweet and low, piano low

Each riff a whispered secret

.

From a full fridge I pull eggs and bacon, cheese and tomato

Now they are all red and yellow in the pan

Through the back screen door I heard the

Cardinals, Robins, Jays and Mockingbirds

Piano notes of their own

And a car gliding in the distance

(Was anyone in Taos so bourgeois?)

Is a mellow saxophone

Smooth as butter melting in the skillet

copyright 2017

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