Poem by BZ Niditch

APRIL BLUES

An unready puzzle
from new sunshine
slants on the roof
now in shade
of baby grackles
turning up
on oak leaves
heaving
with birdsong,
while down
on the ground
in a welter
of tumbled and tossed
almost whimsical
saplings
a guy in a red scarf
who expects spring
in his seasoned step
with his pawned sax
that sounds
April singing blues
from plowed
north fields hears
sharp flats
within the moistness
of his reed
gnawing in his inside
a rush of notes
soon outreaches
at the early gig
like a glowing coal
in the stillness
of two miles
as spiraling echoes
from an unnamed tune
as harmony covers
the unrehearsed dawn
of consumed sunshine.

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About BZ Niditch

A former Ray’s Road Review contributor, BZ Niditch is a poet, playwright, fiction writer, and teacher. His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and ArtThe Literary ReviewDenver QuarterlyHawaii ReviewLe Guepard (France), Kadmost (France), Prism International, Jejune (Czech Republic), Leopold Bloom (Budapest), Antioch Review, and Prairie Schooner, among others. He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.