[soul eyes]

a patient choreographer for my thoughts,
words stage nervously; pli’e,
turn quiet to leap away.
dark rows and vacant misleading spotlights,
mistep and darken my toes; miss my deliberate limbs,
turn the thoughts away.
poor oh quiet director,
hums a pleasant Soul Eyes;
nods the head
bows the hat
and shuts away the stage;
good night you quiet dancers,
sleep for better bravery and
a quiet beautiful tomorrow.~

[jazz]

swing in, to the languid Monday night affair:
a romance between pandero and bass,
Rhythm and reason.
unexpected Time;
not to be forgotten but be listened.
the sense of a season,
steps in, from behind the Tap Root door:
Voice approaches microphone,
with closed eyes; and an understanding of what for…~