They say once, when Orpheus was young and had just begun
To play
Blue Trane showed up
Sax in hand
Took the stage
 
He put his mouth to reed and spewed God
All over the room like a shimmering cloud
No one moved for four hours
Pillars of salt watching God
 
It would be the only time Orpheus ever saw
The flowers that Trane made

P.J. Blount

is a researcher and instructor at the National Center for Remote Sensing, Air, and Space Law at the University of Mississippi School of Law. When not pondering the nuances of space law, he spends time restoring a 130-year-old house in Water Valley, MS.


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