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The Breeze Ascending

                                                                  

A cool, graceful breeze, ascending,

Dances with the twenty-foot-tall trees embracing this patio,

Where I sit, relaxing, imbibing French Pinot Noir,

 

Feeling my blood flowing, gently, through my arteries,

As the wind whispers, sinuously, between the leaves,

The sporadic, nonmelodic arpeggios and crescendos

 

Of engines, transmissions, and tires transposing motion to stasis,

Stasis to motion, on the practiced cues of tricolor lights

Conducting traffic at the four-way stop beside this restaurant,

 

This busy, dizzy intersection of my psyche and reality —

Not quite the exquisite epitome of the American jazz mystique,

As orchestrated in Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue,

 

Rather the music of day going down to twilight's keeping,

Which I listen to, intimately, on summer weeknights, to unwind,

Hoping I might discover a permanent place in the universe,

 

To make peace with the contrary angels of my nature,

The demons of my bad dreams,

My soul borne on a cool, graceful breeze ascending.

 

 

                                               

 

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