and so they sit
inside circle of dusty light
on this vaudeville stage
and wrestle with their
creation stories
vocal cords taut with
southern strength
fingers fretting familiar guitars
each song a symphony of
blues bathed beauty
and so the red dusty vaudevillian light
turns into a swirling sweep of
setting southern sun
lifting us into the vortex of feeling
created by full friendship and respect
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