• on such a day

    with sun-drenched memories, my sentimental friend
    only decades away, a piano solo album circling
    (with a wakefulness close to highnoon dreaming),
    i do my little tricks slowing time down
    one is sitting in my garden reading clouds,
    two, all those reverberations
    of non-stop traffic on Redding Road
    (once upon a time, but now and now again),
    another one, from cave to cave, Mr. Hersch
    in Lugano.