Levitation
An indigo mountain night
beneath the moon of silver
anniversaries arise
in distant thunderstorms.
I remember lyrics
in the lake and Jimi
Hendrix playing air
guitar. The wind was rushing
like a waitress in
a crowded train. Somewhere
in the sunset a sudden
fool was hammering
his stone wall back together
with meditation nails.
Is he dead and does
his mother really know?
Gregory Perry 2004
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