What a gathering.
What a host.
How they all played,
not quite together.
See-sawing through a tune.
Like a drowning man,
signalling to the shore.
What a cacophony
said my companion.
But I point-out
the unwritten rule.
The one that says:
even when you’re
not quite together.
You’re more together
Than the dangerously
unrehearsed.
The bumbling fools.
December 3, 2019
December 3rd, 2019 at 11:23 am
Thursday??
December 3rd, 2019 at 11:24 am
Yep