About a decade ago one of the local kids was learning the saxophone, and we were treated to a few years of practice sessions. It took a while, but they got better. Then they graduated or moved or whatever, and the little free concerts were gone. I kind of miss them.
Years ago, the children of a few of our next-door neighbors began practicing in a nearby garage. We would sit and listen to them: drums, guitars, bass, playing the "oldies," which included not only the Stones and the Beatles, but also Pearl Jam and Nirvana. After practice, one of them would walk up the alley past our patio with his equipment on a Radio Flyer wagon, heading home. We loved being seranaded by our neighborhood band.
About a decade ago one of the local kids was learning the saxophone, and we were treated to a few years of practice sessions. It took a while, but they got better. Then they graduated or moved or whatever, and the little free concerts were gone. I kind of miss them.
Years ago, the children of a few of our next-door neighbors began practicing in a nearby garage. We would sit and listen to them: drums, guitars, bass, playing the "oldies," which included not only the Stones and the Beatles, but also Pearl Jam and Nirvana. After practice, one of them would walk up the alley past our patio with his equipment on a Radio Flyer wagon, heading home. We loved being seranaded by our neighborhood band.
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Evocative poem -- wish I'd said that!
That means a lot coming from you! I've been casually reading through your poetry book and it's a joy!
I love this "spots of time" poem!