To Mile Davis (In Memoriam)
Harmon steel
mute on your trumpet
You hint at
your perennial notes of autumn
I discover
you without a reason
and I meet
you again on a record in the Alps
It is not a
mystery or a requiem
it's not
smoke or foam
it is a
something inside everyone that goes crazy
what is
there
you
disappear from the scene
be quiet
already the wolves howl its pavement ………PERHAPS
