the shaking maracas

instantly draw me in

 

those stubborn boys

pluck their strings

 

“prr, prr swaaggy”

As Mykie once said

 

voices come in

reminding me

of blood and friend

 

what will the ghosts of

talking book say

forever grateful

 

for the love of music

those stubborn boys

gave to me

Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon