Tootling and doodling of some brass wind instrument
improvising on Bird not within my comfort zone
and it’s all I can do to stay with it as the lamps of the inn come into view.
Curving a bend the headlights search the grassy verge
and pick out the sleek head of a fox cub
that looks more statue, stone
I run these images together in my sleep, an experiment:
the brass wind in a fox cub shape before further improvisations
that require and don’t require a score.