Roland Kirk was blind and I’m no Picasso but
I think his tenor sax on Goodbye Pork Pie Hat
resembles the sadness dripping from a third divorce,
the body rusting at the hinges as the years complain,
the pool Aesychlus tells us pain trickles from
to saturate the soul like the morning dew
upon the green forgiving earth as we toss and dream
with a beauty Lester Young would agree is blue.