I hear a voice of a guitar -
the cords to an Irish jig -
Whisky in the Jar.
I stand there a moment
listening hard and rocking softly.
I am not sure if it’s just the weight of winter
finally melting off my shoulders,
or if there's something deeper,
something spiritual happening here.
I take a nice long breath of the Ohio air,
feeling relief, release, and repair.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
I hear a voice of a guitar -
the cords to an Irish jig -
Whisky in the Jar.
I stand there a moment
listening hard and rocking softly.
I am not sure if it’s just the weight of winter
finally melting off my shoulders,
or if there's something deeper,
something spiritual happening here.
I take a nice long breath of the Ohio air,
feeling relief, release, and repair.
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