Flow
Utah’s Wasatch Range forms the granite backbone
of the Little and Big Cottonwood Canyons, sculpted
by alpine glaciers during the last ice age. Wasatch
can mean low pass over high range, the way
a saxophonist stretches on tip toe to reach the high notes
and crouches to find the low notes. The mountains
have lifted and stretched after millions of years
of painless folding and faulting, wearing and tearing.
The sax player’s knees are sore after every concert.
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Wow! Gorgeous.
Oh, Gaby, I so enjoyed this poem. Sax music/players and mountains. So satisfying.
Now I’ll be hearing a sax and say “mountain music” to the puzzlement of my friends.
What a creative link you have found, Gaby!
This is genuis. I love the connections among the mountains and the sax. Yes!
Second Bud and H.A..
Love: Wasatch
can mean low pass over high range, the way
a saxophonist stretches on tip toe to reach the high notes
and crouches to find the low notes.
I love how the poem is linenated. The link to saxophonists is ingenious. Excellent poem!
What a grand poem! Love the way your mind sees the world, and I sympathize with the sax player’s knees!!
I was going to highlight a line I loved but then I highlit half of the poem–so I will say, I thought this was such an effective piece. I love “the granite backbone…” and “Wasatch/can mean low pass over high range…” and all that follows it.
Wonderful sound. I love the sore knees of the sax player!