Karen Jones Poet Rhyme

Asheville North Carolina

Walking downtown streets of Asheville 
I could hear drums in the white wind
Despite being deserted I feel a thrill
Of creative energy hoping to thrive again

The shops full of unique crafts and goods
With store workers seemingly bored
Gentrified was the emerald neighborhood 
But evidence of roots still in stores

Helene had come through full steam 
Wiping away many quaint little places
Despite that people here still dream
Need for hurricane relief etched in faces

I picked up the cutest jewelry at Noir
Was impressed by the design and symbol
The artist had breast cancer, a star
Who designs shine in times not simple

And the drumming was the shop above
That sold music coffee and specialty gifts
Three men playing drums with love
Giving ambiance and silver souls a lift

I can say I survived Hurricane Hugo
And I have some sense of their loss
But we had more support than they do
If you can shop online or visit help their cause

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