I wrote this tonight at Bar Next Door while listening to James Shipp, Mike LaValle, Rogerio Boccato and Jo Lawry.
song without words
there is a way you sing
this song without words
that reminds me of
water touching sand
the bell falls to the ground
like a baby’s eyes opening
your fingers tap the chorro
I taste warm maté
what if we never get past
this slowly revolving door?
never get to the sunshine lands
where children play big drums
and dance without fear?
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