Volume 1 Number 3
Fall 2006


Jazz Man

Denise du Maurier

Blowing through the topknot of his pipes,
rackety brass from a black horn,
flapping his cardinal coat claw-footed,
knocking down the yellow seeds.

It’s fanfare wild scarlet wingding,
swinging breakfast reveille sunflower
solo for the audience at the window.
Swooping from feeder to branch,
blaring me a feast for the ears
all winter, if I’ll keep his gig-box filled.