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Thursday, July 10, 2014 12:01 am

phish poem #1

 phish poem #1

well odd things happen I am at a phish
concert in saratoga springs not exactly at
more beside in my car but I can hear the
throbbing drums sometimes a wail of a
vocalist the crowd’s roar I wandered
that crowd thronging the park’s entrance
quite a few with a bent finger aloft that
means they want to buy a cheap ticket
I was offered wine a can of lite beer pot
a granola bar I accepted the bar since
our supplies were down to peanut butter  
and chips on this long drive to vermont
my grandson took the hummus dregs and  
crackers into the concert where he stood
in bliss for hours in the rain he’d earned
this unplanned hiatus in our trip he’d
driven all day with calm and expertise
through violent downpour after violent
downpour you couldn’t see the road the
other cars I didn’t want to spend the
bucks though to hear phish but why
shouldn’t he I do think I deserve an
award as “best grandma of the year”

©2014 Jacqueline Jackson

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