Staccato Jam

May 15, 2016.  This poem began in late February –  the trees have since leafed out, blocking any view of rooftop referenced.  Today is muggy, cloudy.  I find myself wishing for the crisp clarity of the February morning.  So I dug out the poem and let it brighten my day.  The image blends the one visible roofer and one of my djembe drums into a collage of  wishful thinking.  Enjoy.  Tap your pencil, snap your fingers, join in the rhythm.