Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Project Blue



This late morning, still cold, blustery, wet

Wanting a harmonica, wanting to be fit



To measure-out Swing Low, Sweet Chariot,

And then find rest, having in my art, that.


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2 comments:

  1. Sounds like you dream of playing the harmonica, like I do the accordion.

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  2. You know, Willow,

    It's probably not easy to do, but listen to this; my late-onset asthma mandates that I bolster my lung capacity, and one way is to "play an instrument!".

    I guess I can write that mouth harp off on my taxes as a medical expense? (Or am I only allowed the mental therapy?)

    TFool

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