on the board-walk of savannah
where the black men sing gospel
tunes and the white men play a
hearty banjo, the boats float lazily
on the industrial river and the
sun shines through the blue sky
with only wispy clouds to accent
the calmness

on the board-walk of savannah
there are stores of every shape
and size selling a billion things

on the board-walk of savannah
there’s an open air market where
a man named Ligel lives

on the board-walk of savannah
a boy starts a collection with a
single piece of art-work named
“On the Jazz Piano”

on the board-walk of savannah
the boy smiles and takes a
business card but says he won’t
pay $10 for the same piece of
artwork with Ligel’s name on it

in the Marriot of Hilton Head
the boy sits and lets the words
flow from his mind down past
his fingertips

the boy smiles in the mirror
the night is dark outside
a man with orange arms and
blue fingers plays the piano
but all the boy hears is that
this too shall pass