Here it Comes

We had an unexpected storm that day.

(365 Day 250)

My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds
In the shadows in the shape of trees
Through the kingdom’s smoky leaves
You’d be laughing too if you could see
On the outskirts long and lean
Not baring gifts on a jet black steed

…Yonder come the blues”    – Jakob Dylan

I read the reviews:  The vocals, the Americana, and the bass that I feel beating in my chest … I still love it.

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