Slow-moving music of a saxophone, falling in line with genera-
tions of rhythms through the years, tempting senses and creat-
ing prose in evenings filled with possibilities.
An enjoyable time with many moments taking place all at once,
mind and intellect finding it soothing, tucking this heart in-
to a mood of quiet joy.
A lovely way to spend an evening under a starlit sky here at
Desert Ridge Mall in Phoenix, Arizona, bringing back memories
of yesterday when family was together before death took over
and interfered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem