Parading

I send you John Coltrane,

We hunger for eloquence.

Let us, for tomorrow’s sake,

In this era of brevity in this era of metal in this

in summer I step outside

all the time it travels

I am not afraid … of rough spots … or lonely times … I don’t

Press your knees against the mountain, or against

Remembering glitter on the first river

I open my mouth to the wind. The wind