BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection

fire treasure

at first, the

warm air hit

me, and then the

blue sky, then

the green plains.

at once in

my mind, I

heard violins and

then the passing

of smooth drums.

the xylophone

bounced

with the beat

of the sun,

yet I felt

no updraft.

the day was

singing a tune

as in the

distance the sea

pulled on and off

the sand.

it was a

rhythm I was

used to and

one I had

waited a while

to hear.

it was only

in this place,

at this time,

that I could

hear it, and

away into the

music, I went.