The Color of Drums(c) Singleton 2010"It rained.Fat,lazy water balloons fallingfrom the sky,plopping and somersaulting off the tin roof.The wind,a whipporwill in the distance,sang to us in chords only a violin knows by name.And I cried.Until I heard the drums.The primitive pounding of my weathered heart.And yours.In technicolor rhythm."Words and hippie artwork (c) Singleton 2010. Painted on a
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