Improvisation,
a trio of oak trees,
jamming
off-beat-
in the offing season
arrhythmic
syn co pa tion
syn co pa tion
random patterns,
dropt acorns
on the woodpile,
on the rock pile,
on the gas grill,
snared on grass,
a sharp metallic ding,
a blunt percussive thump,
a rock ricochet binged
into an uncertain rest,
awaiting the next beat.
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On the last day it was warm enough to sit in my garden
reading I heard acorns crashing from high oaks, noticed
the different sounds they made as they bounced around
me. The experience reminded me of jazz.