(for Glenn Cashman)
Glenn's tenor
set the mood, a sophisticated
sunny early afternoon
in 1954. His breathy reed
blew a dewy mist under a rainbow
over the Frank Lloyd Wright house
built into the side of the hill.
Sunlit notes scatting and skittering
in and out dappled leaves
of a birch canopy
over the staircase
of sharp and flat stones
became a dappled fawn dancing,
darting side-to-side
down them, bouncing
into the doe
picking her way
ever so sedately
through the liquid golden
aftertune.
