My first concert

Was a great “Blooming buzzing confusion.”

The storyteller with the saxophone

I file you in my iphone.

Lefty, coffee-drinking, creative thinker, Trekkie: is my type.

Ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny-

If a pore bearer

Then as a sponge I need not fear my heart bursting.

You radiate sounds; I absorb you.

If a homo sapiens

Then as a woman I might make you this poem…

Tu m’amuse.

Maybe I be a female dolphin, hunting with a sponge tool, you too?

The neurobiologist note passing napkins to the barista

Sponges surviving

Great carnivorous feasts on

Minute crustaceans

Something new to run

To your songs, my iphone

Your saxophone

My virgin concert

Bright saxophone “blooming

Buzzing confusion

Sponge, I wish I were

Absorbing you, never fearing

For my heart bursting