REGGAE LILT

 

I see 3 little birds

landing softly

on the bird feeder

 

and it’s hard 

not to hear

a gentle reggae lilt

in the background.


a peaceful moment

in the face

of utter darkness

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sadly, I wrote this looking out the window at a hospice--one day before my mother passed away.  I was humming the song for days after.

 

poem included in Rastaman Speaks: conversations with Bob Marley from Alien Buddha Press

The Rastaman: Conversations With Bob Marley: Full Color Print: Buddha, Alien, Focks, Red, Srivastava, Sanjana, Ba, Latif Askia, Abdallah, Walid, Hodder, Bruce, Gerber, S.A., Sedlacek, LB, Focks, Freeda, Lodge, Andrea E: 9798727953129: Amazon.com: Books

 

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