Another small break from my series of epistles, this time largely due to my activities over the last few days.
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A mid-May morning (a poem)
I had not particularly intended to follow today’s prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, which is to listen to jazz or classical music, make notes of what comes to mind while you listen, then write a poem about something you thought of while listening. As it turned out, I started this poem while listening to one of Thelonious Monk’s solo recordings on Pandora…