NovPAD Day 3 (a misguided poem)
the tiny child violin in hand plays three uncertain notes father sits, head down must see the pavement abrasive beneath his feet bow up, bow down coins in the case hair flaps it's a discordant breeze we walk on words in our eyes silent wonder
Out of the Cave 
it’s a poignant vignette; there’s a back story to this — and that title ; the ending is beautiful and buoyant —
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Thanks John. The title is kind of the prompt. I’m interested that you think the ending is buoyant. I’ll have to ponder that.
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buskeriffic
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It’s a tough way to earn a penny.
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