River as transport
I came 3,000 miles
to sit with
you my lost
piece of soul
on the river in
green leaf wind
to feel
your hand &
try to still your troubles
consciousness & life
making eagle wings
pulse 3 beats above us

he showed me his
drum set and new gong
that shone red
from the bronze
and reverberates deep
to my palm
he said instruments
are like flowers
and I looked at
his gold snares
growing in musty
basement of tropical
heatwave night