all the music ever written
is as was intended, note for note
Chagall 2019
Archive for November, 2019
the slightest drizzle,
the random rat-a-tat
of raindrops on grass blades
bent, snapping at the tip
like hipsters
leaves shape small trampolines
upon which the raindrops somersault
albeit tiny bounces
and I am afloat on a miniature barge
with a sail on a makeshift mast
lost in the puddle there
down beyond the swirl of the eddies
where darker water flows,
where the current picks up speed –
clean, clear
manic speed
gliding – a downhill racer through the calm crest that lasts only a moment
to the fall that never ends
in a froth,
an oxygenated frenzy
(all a-bubble)
I am no more than the sum
of the rain and the stars
that comprise me
it had started
as such a light rain
Chagall 2019
9
…she said the men on the roof would go away if I breathed regular and counted to…
10
Nothing here
is now everywhere
and nowhere is quite center
Chagall 2019
Are you the littlest as well?
she bellowed
I am
I replied,
acutely aware of her luminance, she an ancient star
just beyond the purview of my lowered eyes
Still, I was the last
with all before me
And so she softened
Come forward…
Chagall 2019
Alphabet City 