Millard Lowe Poet Free verse

As Pure As Imagination Is : Apropos Grooving To the Word

as pure as imagination is
(apropos grooving to the word)

imagine this:
drumming words
to 88 keys
rainbow
ending 
into each other
mellowing out
like trane
waters
streaming tears

flowing
sidewalk raise banks
to drains
cascading monk falls
following birds to sea
to be free—
the real macoy

how time flies—
wingless
as it is
leaving grooves
with unseen notes
screaming
night and day melodies
exploding 
like cannonballs
sliding out and up
bursting
a staccato rife
pounding



drifting away
to return
when words wish
to play again
an up tempo write
as pure
as imagination
is—boo du 
de boo de boo

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