An Ode to David

Oh David,

you of the

callused hands and

nimble fingers,

who leads me back from the dark

with music plucked from strings

hidden, revealed,

my brother in the melody,

we welcome you

to the place you will sculpt

into your home.

 

It’s Welcome-Your-Friend-To-Chicago-With-Silly-Poetry Day!

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2 responses to “An Ode to David

  1. when I move to Chicago you will give me such a welcome!!!

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