I took the day off from Sunday school
and learned about love. Love was a soft
soapy rock above a tower. Love
was the first day of spring when the leaves
were buds, popping into flowers.
Love was all I could ever dream,
undoing my stereo headset,
plugging into a soft rock station
hearing the fifth dimension out loud.
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About mindsonsong
I am Gordon Marshall, from the winding streets of Boston's North End. I like music--from '60s hard bop, to Nigerian psychedelic. It infuses my poetry, of which I have published ten volumes--which in turn informs my critical practice as a jazz writer, currently for AllAboutJazz.com, All About Jazz-New York--and this very site! I would love to hear from all lovers of music, poetry and philosophy.
