Four straight nights of family making music. Grandpa’s done!
(Photos: Neal Lett, brother Todd’s daughter Katy’s husband, OMG!)
A light caress reminder
after a long time gone,
slow wet promises of more—
of fidelity we believe
as if she never left,
our flesh blooms green.
Christmas fell in 2015
to fill four nights rejoicing,
strings and voices rising
to greet the gentle rain—
four dry years forgotten.
We’ll never be the same.
drycrikjournal 
That’s a great way to celebrate the holidays or any time of year for that matter.
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Yesterday a.m., music ringing in my brain, every syllable had its own note, another dimension of poetry for me. Called, I guess, an un-rhyming song.
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Sounds wonderful or perhaps I should say wonderful sounds.
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