Forded by These Provisions

a dictionary at my fingertips

scraps of paper

a collection of notes

conversations tracked through laughter

the current of improvisation

stepping off

stepping in

skanking

birds singing in cold rain

the legacy of words

alchemizing

beyond the edge

what wants to be known

the song of listening

resonance of return

free flowing

jazz

bubbling up from my heart

what it means to be alive

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