Sunday, May 16, 2021


That inner sense of freedom,
a natural balance
with an impulse
to preserve the day,
as the equinox
tilts from a window
with a view of leaves on fire.
The cycle of blues
in a public park,
the elegant air exposed
as fashions parade
with future notes on display.
The fields of funk,
his purity of sound
penetrating early morning streets
heightened by a full October moon,
an instinct for movement
travelling towards
a jazz of universal light.

Byron Beynon lives in Swansea, Wales. His poems and essays have featured in several publications including Agenda, The London Magazine, Poetry Wales, Cyphers (Dublin) and The Wilderness House Literary Review. He is the author of 11 collections of poetry including Cuffs (Rack Press) and The Echoing Coastline (Agenda Editions).

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