BEAT THE DRUM

there’s a raising at the French quarter with crowds dancing and colliding like changing tide waters crossing streets drinking with passion while cable car singers and corner horn players beat a noise under a dreary humid mist as the sweating and smiling, celebrate for any reason without a holiday

YOUR SONG

It’s the things that make you……….   The last stone in the wall, A single word worth more than many, The look that holds the attention, The song full of what we need, The day regardless of rain or sun, The dance that fills you with good, The voice you run too, The screen door … More YOUR SONG