Monday, July 5, 2010

July 5, 2010


Drumbeat blisters my ears,
Delivers a belly punch.
Eyes closed, I count my thoughts,
My concentration misfires—I wince.

Oh, let me be cradled at evening,
Saved from clamor.
Noise-free, I long
To be carried away.
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Anonymous said...

I love sharing the experience of drumming with you. If you winced no one was aware but you

July 6, 2010 at 10:43 AM

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