An American Haiku
6:45the beginning trumpetertrumpets
A year laterthe cello in the cornercollecting dust
Plum fairies hearsaybriefs me about gardenerscrooning neo-soul.
Bramble in the woodclaims from the jazzy humusblackberry vigor.
musical talentservice he had renderedjust the right number
birds on a wire -my father knew themby name and song
No longerafraid of my voice -I outsing their tantrums
By the way that she danced
Every time he played her favorite song
He knew he’d sing forever