The Jazz Man
He was always there in the space of time.
It was his remedy to be the enterprise
Where those who knew him, dance to
His rhythmic Jazz
The mahogany trees on Queen May Highway often
Stood still when he drove by.
They recognized who planted seeds
To germinate, even when there was a drought
He was there when the wind came.
He was there when the sun scorched the grass.
He was right beside you with an advice.
It was in his smile
He was always there in the space we provided.
And sometimes, he was not seen,
Only his shadow, which lingers like a ground
Dove in a breadfruit tree
I knew him to be this way:
As persistent as a saxophone
in a Jazz Quartet.