Music in the Rain

Priapus
The Music Man
My Nobel Prize
A Lovely Cwtch
Belly Laugh
Speedo
The Calm After the Storm

She had so many names for him
his agnomen numbered greater
than the multitude of ways
Eskimos regard snow

Of interest, no sobriquet
no moniker, no appellation
could describe her love
better than Midón’s lyrics
And so, in missing him
she played & replayed
‘When You Call My Name’

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About onethumbpoetry

Psychologist living in Seattle. My passions; writing, fashion design, photography, amazing conversations.
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