Oliver
stepping bass
------ chords progressing ------- like birds, call, and response
syncopation
melisma
flattened 'blue' notes breastfeeding the air
microtonal pitches between semitones*
Oliver has olive eyes,
Oliver is short & strong like a young bull,
in his hair, i see his ancestors moving like salsa dancers,
like rumba dancers,
agile & fertile like chernozem
Oliver doesn't smile yet,
but i have the guts,
he also moves into those others, like a house of cards, under his skin a fire is burning
He moves like internet software: from where ----?
did we -----? blues
blues
emanating from the walls, burning our freezing eyes,
what brings you here? ----- Art ------ poetess ---- an Actor,
both smiling
we don't serve breakfast,
then i” ll have french onion soup, swiss cheese, two pieces of toasted bread with batter, and strawberry sorbet
melting like smoke, în between us, blues
--------------------------------blu es
Oliver smiles like a soft wind that starts moving the quiet sea
how long do you stay in ny?
---------------- leaving ------------- today, today
where?
north
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ps: #polaris
Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2023
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