jazz on Christmas Eve,
John Coltrane
croons
hot buttered notes
against fetted hearts
every note dancing further
and further away
from the present
(into the past)
the silver ether gaze
of child-ness
reflecting bell-like
into non-drunkeness—
the wine of youth.
About the Creator
Kate Kastelberg
-cottage-core meets adventure
-revels in nature, mystery and the fantastical
-avoids baleful gaze of various eldritch terrors
-your Village Witch before it was cool
-under command of cats and owls
-let’s take a Time Machine back to the 90s
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