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the saxman inhales
a passing breeze
b l o w s Sweet Georgia Brown
down River Street
breath and hands tapped
into a vein of rhythm
fingertips
on the keys of his horn
the pulse of the city
Magnapoets Premiere Issue - January 2008
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There's something about warm weather and jazz that just seems right. Great capture, Curtis, and good to see you here. :)
Posted by: aurora | June 09, 2008 at 12:39 PM
Thanks, Aurora. I'm happy to be here. Inspiration for the poem happened on a business trip. I tried to fit the experience into a haiku, then a tanka, but finally settled on a free verse poem.
I love Savannah, Georgia. I definitely want to visit River Street again.
Posted by: Curtis Dunlap | June 09, 2008 at 10:58 PM
Lovely poem.
Posted by: don iannone | June 12, 2008 at 07:02 AM