Sonny Rollins practicing in the park. I wrote a few haiku based on it.
light flurries
the sax player’s
fingers
a horn case
dusted with snow
falling notes
swirling from
the bell of his sax
snow flakes
the weight of flakes
the sax man’s hands
even in gloves
brushing the flakes
off our shoulders
the sax man
cloudy
with a chance of flurries
Sonny blows
falling softly
across the sidewalk
Sonny’s left foot
lining the branches
of each nearby tree
Sonny’s solo
or
whitening
the branches of the trees
Sonny’s solo
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