a.d. winans | poem for ruth weiss

ruth weiss San Francisco, 1972 | Photo by Ingeborg Gerdes

Poem For ruth weiss

she grooves with time
day time, night time
be bop jazz time
dances with timeless time
all rhythm no rhyme
birds in flight
flap their wings
copulate with the wind

a magician’s illusion where
time and words
move from celibate
to wild orgy
feed off the flesh of the other

she sings her song
another day another night
Kaufman, son of jazz in her heart
jazz in the Fillmore|
jazz on the Harlem rooftops
full moon rising
with poems that dig into my bones
lubricates the gears of my mind
lost in a haze of motionless motion

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