An Impromptu

Wooden bird table made of logs
darkened by April showers

is a gust fall into daffodil blooms
scatters their fresh yellow petals.

I lift the table with blotchy cold hands
and stand it again on the white pebbles,

aware any further blow will topple it
once more into the new growth.

A constant restoration as nature moves on.
A conservation of my late dad’s garden.

Impromptu

The other day on stage
I created a cushion where
you could have cracked
our standard one-liner:
You blanked out

I had gelled green with red
and all you had to do
was dip your fingers in violet
and paint; your hands froze

We have done this from school!
speak on any topic,
draw from any abstract,
write songs for any tune
and dance on the same song

They cut as and
we bleed spontaneity
yellow is mellow, lakes are shallow
red is anger, Big D is a banger
Trump is cocky, Stallone is rocky
blue is with hue and all that’s impromptu

Today you sculpted a man with the
head of a horse and feet
like that of an elephant—
Normalcy is returning

By Jay Gandhi