Diane Frank, a San Francisco poet, writer and musician wrote the following poem, which will appear in her next book of poetry!
A gift of Light. [image: 🤗] The beat goes on. No, "kator re bhajji"! No bouyas either. 😇😍😘 Just flicking my damru. vjp + Venantius He was the crazy man singing the blues between cars on the A Train – levitating to the moon on a painted trail of light. At the Ringling Brothers Barnum & Bailey Circus, he released the baby alligators from their cages, during the high wire act, with lions jumping through feathered hoops below. Around him, women riding horses wore pink feathered plumes. Hawkers sold cotton candy and crackerjacks. He asked for a photograph of me playing the cello, my arm drawing the bow into a long, low note. I was wearing silk, concert black, my fingers breathing the music I played that night. Around the cello, he drew images of bears, rivers, waterfalls, Himalayan peaks, where elephants, butterflies, fractals dream in swirling colors on a mountain trail. He painted sacred syllables in Sanskrit, Hebrew, Tibetan and an ancient Kanji calligraphy – what he heard inside the music. After weeks of painting, he tiptoed over the border where his amigos from Mexico, put his painting in a mailing tube and sent it to San Francisco. Inside his meditation, a sanctuary where the colors swirl and blend. Outside his window, a river of humanity. New York City is always a circus. Diane Frank <http://www.avg.com/email-signature?utm_medium=email&utm_source=link&utm_campaign=sig-email&utm_content=webmail> Virus-free. www.avg.com <http://www.avg.com/email-signature?utm_medium=email&utm_source=link&utm_campaign=sig-email&utm_content=webmail> <#DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2>