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Wednesday, 16 February 2022
Harmonica Breathing (for the Duke)
What can he teach me about those rather undramatic inhale chords?
In another life, a camp song I used to belt out for the kids. Or perhaps at some party with the in-laws and others in their neighbourhood. Haven't really thought of it in years.
The porch now is cool
And chores set aside
And crickets move in for a chat.
The moon o'er the lawn
Awaits the pure tone
Of reeds and my breath, fancy that.
I give them a piece
That must start out low
Addressing the pain all around
But upward its climb
To regions sublime
Embracing the Mercy I found.
This little band dear
With notes oh so clear
Responds to my cadence and kiss.
And night friends all pause
Emotion the cause
Drawn out by a wee song like this. DB
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