In the Rehearsal Hall

Bells stand covered
white lettering on black
singing open syllables

Before they finish
I am out of time
out of this hall
in another long ago

My son races
from bells to marimba
marimba to snare
snare to bells again

His long ponytail
a golden banner
counterpoints the music
the young lion’s mane

Back in today
I look up and see
a plastic dinosaur
guards the crossbeam

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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