In late December,
when snow drifts
and icicles freeze,
when horizon's cold haze
sparks a remembrance,

I recall
each buoyant note,
the vocal float of quartets
blending, mending,
sowing joy across crowds,

couples strolling,
as rock 'n' roll fills the air,
and children dancing——
defining beats
in the heat on the labyrinth

at Phoenix. Here
everything rises,
as community
and current unite.

©2010 Jeannie E. Roberts (12/26)

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