Sunday Jazz


As, ambivalent Jazz on Sunday morn.

Ambiance a happenstance and beyond.

Rooted in sporadic wisps of cold springs tumbling over granite rock.

A distant migration…

Full of bluster and cross talk.

Just rumination’s of harmonic leaves.

The manner of which…earth sounds…on a serendipitous walk.

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