The Color of Music

painting by wassily kadinsky

“The Color of Music”

my feathers are jazz,
spinning light

as hair; I’m a
fair-weather
parrot,
rent

into cubicle pieces

working hard
at playing it smooth

on the sax

sucking black reeds
with a swollen slack
tongue;

my blind eye the sun,
I see it all—

it’s mardi gras march
and I’m leading the parade,
my rainbow rhythms
conducted

on a black-and-white stage

as
confetti
notes
fall,
streaking
the
naked

streets

with the color of music



Shawna McAllister

Posted over on her site Rosemary Mint
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