Erren Geraud Kelly

Blue in green is summer in New England
When fall leaves don’t show their face
Your walk along the beach at Martha’s Vineyard
Is a piano talking
You touch my hand the way a pianist
Tickles the keys
And a fire begins
Your hair blows like blues in the
Wind
I decipher your talk like a piano’s
Code
Even from a world away
I can hear you talking like a
Piano across the
Water
Blue into Green into Blues
Like a shaman, revealing
Dreams