Barroom beams.

“Bow low to the cello, French horn & bellows.”

Her songs barrel in the barroom beams.

Her Samba unravels. She learned in the mirror

the poems of Brazilian queens.

The elegant prose, she hones all through winter,

is wreathed in magic & music & dreams.

Published April 2, 2020April 3, 2020

6 thoughts on “Barroom beams.”

Beautiful. And I see you’re a talented artist too.

nickreeves says:

April 2, 2020 at 5:05 pm

Well, l just push paint around. But thanks!

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1. In mind and out says:
  
  April 3, 2020 at 6:39 am
  
  Ummm… seems like a lot more than ‘pushing it around” but, you’re welcome xo
  
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I love it!

Yes! This!

nickreeves says:

April 2, 2020 at 7:41 pm

I stayed up all night working 6 lines of verse!
It coulda been worse, it coulda been better.
But them words were corralled by dawn.
Thanks H Troy! xo

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6 thoughts on “Barroom beams.”