I like it Andrew, but it felt like it took awhile to get going (I think you could drop lines 2-6, & get right to the Mingus, after which the jagged lines feel right for the mood advanced…,
Doug
On Apr 22, 2015, at 9:38 PM, Andrew Burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Since you've been
>
> gone I've been
>
> on retreat, so
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> (not) to speak.
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> Now a gunshot
>
> echoes through the
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> still morning air.
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> Corellas scatter.
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> My Mingus morning
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> bothers no-one. It
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> heightens the silence that
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> wraps itself around these
>
> empty rooms. Piano
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> trills run down
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> my breakfast menu
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> as our dog sits
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> where your feet
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> should be. You
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> left the camera
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> behind - I won't take
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> photos of things
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> you know so well.
>
> The flautist plays
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> tambourines
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> with his feet to
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> embellish the beat,
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> as you wear
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> that chunky neck-
>
> lace to lift
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> your heart. A
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> white cabbage moth
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> flies to the window
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> and calls us out.
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> I open the gate
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> and look down
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> the road.
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>
>
>
>
> -
>
> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
Douglas Barbour
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Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2 (UofAPress).
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There is no life that does not rise
melodic from scales of the marvelous.
To which our grief refers.
Robert Duncan.
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