~Four-bar vamp~
Saturday pandemic drive
grey and improvised
over empty interstate lanes.
Miles fades in and out
signal stretched
across low clouds, near mist.
Momentary lockdown lift
this piece has no melody, just modes
a gist of Spain in the linger.
Drift wist, sun blown buzzing
a standing wave all brass
wasted on pavement.
Improvise a solo outing, like this
flame etches or men catches
oceans alone or these chests.
Let’s try it again, take six
not a demo, not this
pandem(ic)(onium).
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Collin Kelley is a poet and novelist from Atlanta, GA. His latest poetry collection is “Midnight in a Perfect World” (Sibling Rivalry Press). Find out more at http://www.collinkelley.com or find him on IG and Twitter @collinkelley.