Blue, Again

Monday, July 5, 2010
Wednesday morning—it’s
Miles again, this time
in Texas, the Gulf clouds

dense gray, running
westward, flamenco
sketched in rubble stone,

not as a dancer moves,
quick and equestrian
but as a hand moving

line by line across paper,
the soft sounds of graphite
or silverpoint catching

broken, random fibers;
Coltrane, Evans, the dancer
poised as though of memory
Thursday, July 1, 2010