Time is a place
like a canyon
eroded by rhythm.
It’s sad and joyous
as the echo of one thrush
chased from fallen seeds
by a mourning dove.
Something Learned from Billie Holiday and Lester Young
Mark J. Mitchell has worked in hospital kitchens, fast food, retail wine and spirits, conventions, tourism, and warehouses. He has also been a working poet for almost 50 years. An award-winning poet, he is the author of five full-length poetry collections, and six chapbooks. His latest collection is Something To Be from Pski’s Porch Publishing. He is very fond of baseball, Louis Aragon, Miles Davis, Kafka, Dante, and his wife, activist and documentarian Joan Juster. He lives in San Francisco, where he makes his marginal living pointing out pretty things. He can be found reading his poetry here: https://www.youtube.com/@markj.mitchell4351 A meager online presence can be found at https://www.facebook.com/MarkJMitchellwriter/ A web site now exists: https://www.mark-j-mitchell.square.site/ He sometimes tweet @Mark J Mitchell_Writer