Natural Jazz

look out

towards latticed crust forestry


upon the tide of

heavy wind

laced in crystalline distillate

how sorrowful their


barren in midwinter

dull and grey

fenced off by toasted oat


fibrous weeds flourishing

amidst the desaturated


at times

i believe i’m searching for color

that if I gaze long enough

these gunmetal grey branches

against the cold cobalt of

the open sky

appear purple

yet i admire the contrast

of these grandiose birds

silhouettes cast against the rain and


how they stand out

floating on

unaware of their

grounded shadows

how the cluttered brush

matted grasses

snapped twigs and

toppled trees



the mess

this natural jazz

everything is dancing

not everything knows though

how to follow the beat


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