Friday, July 24, 2015

7.24.15 The dark neighbor's fiddle

 



I spent my early 20s in the tiny Vermont town of Brattleboro
where wild raging counterculture was the order of the day
Bluegrass and string bands predominated
and we customarily fell asleep in our shared third floor walk up
subsumed by the thick hot summer's night air
taken by the pleading tones of some dark neighbor's fiddle



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