When I had Niesha, my surrogate daughter of Norse blood, read Rena’s poem, there was no holding her back, the Kraken. As a profound conincidence, Niesha was asked to revive the Gamelan group that Belle’ mother founded. What are the odds! Then there is the poem that Belle wrote me that discussed the Bermuda Triangle where the Great Kraken dwell. This is why I was so hard on Belle and demanded a rewrite. I wanted her to look at why she was not the same when she awoke that morning. Rena is a good poet. What became of her friends? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kraken
Marilyn Reed called me about 5:00 P.M. and told me this was the last Jazz & Poetry Night at the Granary. After three years, it was time for the Muse of Poetry and Jazz, to seek another abode. Many hearts did she warm. Many bright words came from starry beings.
I had little time to prepare. I wanted to bring my blow-up of Rena’s photo that she gave me in 1970 when she was 18. I had brought my muse here before in order to read my poem I wrote about her. Now that we were exchanging words, I wanted to read her poem while the audience beheld her beauty.
While reading ‘All Winter Long’ I wished there was a young woman who would read Rena’s poem. All of a sudden, Marilyn’s daughter walked in and sat next to me. I have known Nisha since 1987 when she was four…
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