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For Roz While Listening to the Music of Bill Evans

by

Kenneth Weene

Will the music well when we meet again?
I can’t believe that it will sound the same;
I wonder now what will happen then.

Can you remember what happened when
At the first we met walking on the lane?
Will the music well when we meet again?

What is the secret message we must send
To bring us back that gentle loving rain?
I wonder now what will happen then.

If we can cause time in our joy to bend
And place us in some gold immortal frame
Will the music well when we meet again?

If sweet laughter greets lovers in the end
Angelic glory, a bonfire’s flame
I wonder now what will happen then.

Must that attraction we once felt, now end?
Does such love have to give true lovers pain?
Will the music well when we meet again?
I wonder now what will happen then.

Meditation on My New Coffee Pot

by

Kenneth Weene

It has, I know, begun to rain -
big drops that splat on window panes
and run the glass course as they want
in merry race until they splash
from the sill and to the ground.
While on the kitchen stove I hear
the plop and drip of my new pot,
a coffee pot with smells so rich
to fill my nose and warm my heart
with memories of golden time
when hours crept and minutes stopped
despite the ticking of the clock.
I pour the liquid eucharist
remembering the touch of love -
remembering the sweetest kiss.
Nut brown she walked as if on air
her head held high
with frizzed black hair
defying discipline as she moved
through the door - across the room.
With arched back and swaggered step
she challenged me to not react;
I failed her defiant test,
reached out with moaning crave
and sought her lips,
her bite,
her pink smooth tongue,
in one brief eternity embraced.
It has, I know, begun to rain -
swollen plunging tears
unrestrained
trace the lines worn in my face
and slowly join drop by drop
with the coffee from my pot.

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