Michael Spring Poems
- Mood Swing after Joshua Redman I never saw Jass until ...
- In The Jazz close your eyes and follow the reaching ...
- My Mother Wasn'T Afraid when I was five I wandered into a ...
- Surrealist In Time there are no more trees to pull out of ...
- First Born In The New Millenni... 1. dimly visible through ...
- Guitarra Portuguesa in the cafe Carlos Paredes held the ...
- Mud Song I walked past the Oregon ash and cattails ...
Michael Spring lives in Oregon where he teaches martial arts and is a natural builder. He is also a poetry editor for The Pedestal Magazine. Michael Spring is the author of 2 books of poetry: blue crow (LitPot Press,2003) , and Mudsong (Pygmy Forest Press,2005) . His poems have appeared in The Atlanta Review, Dublin Quarterly, Midwest Quarterly, NEO, New Works Review, The Oregonian, and many ... more »
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after Joshua Redman
I never saw Jass until she walked in
stirring the smoke in the club
the saxophone moaned and wailed
then placed the pieces like damp rags
over everyone's eyes
Jass blended into the crowd
her dress changed from fern
green to existential black
every face in the club
became her face
and I knew that
was why I’d gone there – to be caught
in that mood
when the bass guitar began to groove
Jass appeared before me
she took my hands
then leaned her body into mine
I forgot ...