coltrane

the space
the colors
differing feel drums paint and splash
warm soft Latina feel
laid back and driving Modern pop art piano
rationing sound, blocks of solid
Thumb Thumb big wood box
play with time
on off at the same time.
then, John, the lovely strands play the air, shinning
from the spinneret and blowing
this or that hit then drip down to
rest
a thought goes
but planted buds forth,
opening, then, to a geometric blue.
at once cool and ernest, taut and supple
a slow drink of the fragrence,
a woody potion
set the head to cruising.
and beneath that -
room to breathe.
a crisp slice of blue.

"by it's fruit we judge the tree"

thumb moves in
fingers seperate tender flesh from fruit.
gentle fragrence floats
tart citrus spits.

Revealed! is the glorious work.
jewel of the sun god
stardust shimmering in the
palm of your hand.

flesh against flesh,
bone and seed -
equal parts creation.