Bill Evans

L. Ward Abel

L. Ward Abel

And he knew about deafening even in so-called
places.  From here I sense a brokenness a spiraling
not quite against front and center, a falling that is
wordless but with an open mouth, and a lack of
interest as to where the piano lands.  Those
beautiful fat fingers.

2 Comments

  1. wow!

  2. Gorgeous work by one of our best poets.

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