a saxophonist in the garden of art
for Sonny Rollins
you perch
three
notes on a polished
belly the air
around her pregnant
with unheard
vibrations your horn breathes
mind's still water
colors spread
under your tongue young
woman in yellow dress opens
her eyes explode black
blues in art's garden
outside the gate police
hold
the crowd
in their arms
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