This. This is. . . This is. . .
This is:
Improv. Jazz. A smoothness.

I know nothing of jazz.
I did not grow up in The Jazz Age.
I am not a product of The Roaring Twenties.
My decade does not roar.
Rather, we are silent,
half dead--
not music, not poetry.

I don't live in Hollywood.
There are no lights, is no action.
I don't live in a big apple,
nor a windy city.
Wisconsin has neither apples nor wind.
But we have freezing air,
to fill your lungs.
(If you're lucky enough to make it to your first breath).

It all begins with a breath.
Ends with a breath.
Lasts a breath.
Just Breathe.


- posted by Jonathan@ 2:23 AM