On a stool, listening

On a stool, listening
Jazz within a narrow space,
Though doorless
But a big window,
Bigger enough
To embrace
The dream, the universe.
And you reading
The first line, and
The first pages,and
The margin of blank,
Fading and falling
As if a leaf
Recalling nothing.
Recalling nothing
On a stool.

Justin.cmh