On guitar I played phrases
turned and inverted to prove
my love soars more than melody

Beyond that I can’t even
begin to remember

Uncertain where dulcet
turns somber

turn, dip, samba sways,
more nighttime, these
dazes, I stagger

Arpeggios of frozen air
trickle, trip, keep trickling
tickling my mouth, merging with spirit
erupting in steel

Solid steel

I am
immovable. I
am . . .

Chagall 2015