Listening to jazz (as I often do)

last nite, Walking Shoes in particular

suddenly impressed me how similar

we are to the two central artists.

Sometimes saxophone hops croakingly from

groups of lillypad notes. Staccato trumpet

bursts soar majestically, seemingly free

of every dimension but sound. Hearing

them bending two headstrong instruments

to melody's will was sweetest of all.

Copyright ©2002 Daniel Grey Taylor