To Spread Its Wings (Blues Poem #17)

If music is a celebration

  the Blues its hidden nest

 

As voices rise in jubilation

  all souls by delta blessed

 

Its words reveal a joyous cover

  its notes a mojo hymn

 

Old feelings hatched and beating low

  —the Blues to spread its wings

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

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