Throughout my life I have found place and direction, misspent, stolen time, refunded. My stowaway self culled, stoic, mercifully lost, to time and a river. The Seine oozes a musical mist, ebbs from its lazy waves, porous, penetrates my thirsty flesh. Graceful as bird song, this is visionary as eyes close. Gifted the first movement of Spartacus, peeled petal note and petal note as wind chime from the fine feathered tongue through the sweet wet kissing lips of Yusef Lateef.

Moe Seager 2024 Paris Jazz Poet Laureate, publishes and performs often to jazz arrangements. He is seen and heard in Paris, NYC and elsewhere.