Every Rock Here is Named for a Tree

for Noel Black

 

“...an old watusi two-step

I learned in a previous life”

 

         Standing at the screen door that

no longer exists

w/St. Tambourine, the Sacrificial

 

a scary Edith Piaf type

                    

                     (Congo drums, bells, some kind of dulcimer hammer

suffused in the overall murmuring ambience

SILENCE, por favor

 (& a whale-bone clarinet?)

 

A step to either side & the machine

rumbles past

 

Another near miss

 

(lisping, 

“Another near myth”)