Improvisation

It was open to conclusions,
Drawn possibly in crayon to perplex
The unwilling to willfully look
Beyond conjecture of a previously tired
Diffusion of text and message.

Never sure of the spin that evolves,
The take of the respondents, their addition
To the running the changes, carrying
The melody through forests of release,
Bumping up against the time of stay,

And away to the edges of final retort
Brings us with & against, coming &
Going. Walking in, & with traffic ’til
All avenues converge in resolve that
No one knew was coming or was even there.

Published by William Cowan

I'm from the East Coast, have lived in SoCal and now Northern California for some years. I've been writing quite awhile, published in 1992 in a literary quarterly: "Suspicious Humanist," vol. 2, #2, (20 pages.) Best job: fm on air personality on a now defunct station, "Evening Eclectic" music show, and a weekly poetry reading show. I played jazz and free/improv I enjoyed. Read Wallace Stevens, John Ashbery, Kenneth Koch, etc. and commented on the poems. I have read once at a local coffee house. Love the Bay Area, wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I am going to appear in an east coast anthology of best new poets of 2010 by the end of the year, published in Pennsylvania. I'm reading once a month at a brewpub in Marin with a group of fellow poets. We read to each other our work, and personal favorite poems of authors we enjoy. It is a pleasure to share with a community of fellow enthusiasts.

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