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.
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