I listen for the whistling calls of the eagles and await the clarion caws of the crows in return. I have little hope for the outcome but that doesn’t prevent my vigilance of the scene. It began a month or so ago. We looked up to see a flight of a dozen herons or more. (It’s called a siege of …
You are soaring out into the airIn a moment eternal you are goneHaunting the skies of historyWith grace and beauty, like a swan I have stared at you wonderingHow much the eye can takeUntil my heart tugs and pulls awayAs it crazes and it breaks Truth constantly amazesAt how little That we knowStaring up at heavenWaiting for the blow Some …
Was he a good man?Was it a good life?I don’t know, I can’t sayWe’re all surgeons under the knifeWhen we look at ourselves in an honest way Stan Getz is goneI know I’ll feel this way againWhen Miles, too, passes onVoices driven through a hornReflections of the lyric soulThat linger in the place we lovedBefore we all were born Take …