Thursday, September 13, 2018

Poem Away Sicilian Octave, u


Solo Concert in the Rain
She’s feeling under water now.
The air is useful breathing in.
It’s urgent that she breathes somehow.
Umbrella there could help her win.
Her ukulele’s dried with towel.
She plays until her fingers grin.  
With  umber tool she takes a bow.
The audience unites--and wow!

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