scattering, clammering aroundunbeknownst to flatterywe blend with sounds...like love makingand trumpets playing.like anticipatingMingus and his silent notes debating.Waiting on a train to come.One day you'll understandChoo ChooJum Jumand tell it to your kids, my son________________________________________"With peace and love in my lungs, I hold my breath until the Poet returns."--Boxcarboys