Harmonica Sam Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Harmonica Sam



Fingering and blowing rhythms on his harmonica, Sam,
concentrating on every note he plays.
Beautiful renditions of yesterday's melodies, adhering
to my brain as I sit and listen attentively, nothing
getting between me and the music.
Rocking into the existence of tomorrow's harmonies,
playing and singing, giving spirits a lift throughout
the night.
Adjusting everything in sight, bringing it all into
perspective intuitively with little energy and many
facets of intellect.
Causing the beneficence of reality to hop along and
bring everything into a forum of togetherness.

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