Blue Hole
Vivacious children, drama Queens and Kings
wearing mother rags and big old father hats
One held a pot with a silver spoon for bang
the other held an old guitar bereft of strings
Gathering their peers they opened up the show
in Jimmy's huge garage, a row of plastic chairs
One played the flute the other favored drums
picking up the tune they all began to croon;
Later when the sun emerged behind a blue hole,
the starlet brave and sure wearing filigreed barrettes
sang and clicked her heels to the rhythm a
cacophonous band, playing on and on and on.
May 27, 2021
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