“To My Jazzed Grandmother (after John Coltrane) ” – a poem by Anita Lerek
The evening burns,
riffs clinking glasses
dance to what is
not there.
My finger travels along the old
family photograph, 33 stern faces.
Forest cats in clan den, spotted,
camouflaged. Before I was born.
Who are they? No one knows.
December 12th, 2024