A column of fat bikes rolled through the woodson Thanksgiving Day
as big flakes fell from the sky
and wet snow covered the ground.
Wet rotors howled and squealed
like the flutes and clarinets
in a seventh-grade band
on the first day of school.
Even ugly music
can be a wonderful sound.
as big flakes fell from the sky
and wet snow covered the ground.
Wet rotors howled and squealed
like the flutes and clarinets
in a seventh-grade band
on the first day of school.
Even ugly music
can be a wonderful sound.
1 comment:
Love it! My son plays the sax for his sixth grade band. I've heard the ugly music but have always thought how wonderful it truly is simply because he plays with gusto. Just like the fat bikes plowing through the snow--what gusto it must take to do that. Cheers.
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