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Solo nylon string tuned F G D G C F
from Scott~
The Fan
1
The fan rose up
to blow the first wind
through the tree tops.
What blew? And what wing?
And how has the morning
drifted?
What tongue flew?
What voice shook?
To have known everything?
I am only drifting
down a long jetty
to rise above a deep water.
not to know my own intention,
like a cannonball convinced
it’s a frog sprung for joy to some far lily pad.
2Give all your best to the seed
and you’ll be reborn
one way or another.
In the trunk,
in the hollow core
of everything
give thanks
for the sand
and the ether.
3
Gentlemen, escort the moon
into good graces, she is like the sun
only smaller and she waves a great fan
of inspiration at our brows.
Tardy Spring rains
traverse the dirt
into new motives,
its colors spackle my cheeks.
I am with the moon
in all my plotting,
breaking ground for new promises
on credit from her stores.
My shadow has grown with her favor.
4
All for you, all for you, my darling,
it all cries out, my darling,
it all cries into a kerchief,
my darling moon for you.
Pull tide to shake the breezes free,
retouch the sky with tissue, make that sound
as long a shush as beaches
breaking the urgent press
of morning.
I am here to touch the vast beyond with my breath:
whooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………….
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the fan
Solo nylon string tuned F G D G C F
from Scott~
The Fan
1
The fan rose up
to blow the first wind
through the tree tops.
What blew? And what wing?
And how has the morning
drifted?
What tongue flew?
What voice shook?
To have known everything?
I am only drifting
down a long jetty
to rise above a deep water.
not to know my own intention,
like a cannonball convinced
it’s a frog sprung for joy to some far lily pad.
2Give all your best to the seed
and you’ll be reborn
one way or another.
In the trunk,
in the hollow core
of everything
give thanks
for the sand
and the ether.
3
Gentlemen, escort the moon
into good graces, she is like the sun
only smaller and she waves a great fan
of inspiration at our brows.
Tardy Spring rains
traverse the dirt
into new motives,
its colors spackle my cheeks.
I am with the moon
in all my plotting,
breaking ground for new promises
on credit from her stores.
My shadow has grown with her favor.
4
All for you, all for you, my darling,
it all cries out, my darling,
it all cries into a kerchief,
my darling moon for you.
Pull tide to shake the breezes free,
retouch the sky with tissue, make that sound
as long a shush as beaches
breaking the urgent press
of morning.
I am here to touch the vast beyond with my breath:
whooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………….