“When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.” — John F. Kennedy
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Jazz Festival, August 2021
by Milton Krieger
Summer’s socked us in since June
Thursday reached a hundred, through smoke, Friday stayed murky,
What will Saturday bring?
There’ve been lawn and porch pop-ups,
sporadic gigs at brew pubs,
but now comes The Jazz Project-Samson Winery Festival.
Driving north through parched and silent fields, smoke still low,
little stirs but my anticipation
for a music I’ve never played
but cherished since my teens.
People gather under a tent, around the lawn,
with baskets of food, umbrellas.
Few in the crowd are under sixty … what’s new?
But there’s what might be a bridal party
With a fabulous pair of red high heels,
a welcome slash of color.
More sedate jazz familiars of a certain age
reacquaint and hustle memories:
“Were you there when …?”
The music starts.
Greta scats, stretches lyrics to Brazil,
tenor sax bobs and weaves,
piano and bass keep and push the tempo.
Then come Dmitri’s fleugel, Josh’s tenor,
fronting Bill’s piano, Jeff’s bass, Jud’s drum kit.
My mid-last century music’s groove returns,
I revisit seven decades’ joys.
The drive home spools me back
to Corona, Delta … what else is on the way?
Still, one day’s music matters.
Milton Krieger taught at Western, 1970-2003, and published “The Less Subdued Excitement: A Century of Jazz in Bellingham and Whatcom County, Washington” in 2012 (both the city and county libraries have copies).
by Seren Fargo
no matter where I go
six feet away
a field of poppies
defies distancing rules
a silver lining
on the storm cloud—
another month of outings
a torn face mask
covid relief check—
how once a sand dollar
felt like a treasure
Seren Fargo has written and published Japanese-form poetry since 2009, and coordinates the Bellingham Haiku Group. She is also an editor of the new rengay journal, Tandem. She loves to incorporate her experiences in the natural world into her poems.