Friday, December 4, 2009

blues for sonny rollins

How great the isolation
of a man
alone in the night.

A trapezee artist
performing without a net.

Wailing a blues
in hopes of enticing the stars
to sing their own song.

Along. In harmony.
His energy and theirs.
Simple.
Catharsis.

An offering. For all those
who need healing.

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