RISE PAN MAN
When far away an interrupted cry pierced fevered brow, he tossed and sweated back to existence of now. He awoke inquiring "where is grandfather?" the first words to be uttered from his blistered lips.
This decision weighed heavy on his shoulders. He had to settle this one alone. Grandfather had gone to that winged place in the sky where clouds sat beneath ones feet and rain was ones footstool.
Should he go for pan-around-the-neck, as the elders before him did or should he shine in the newness of modern day pan sticks knocking music from the light of moon in the main street of St James.
This flu drenched him in rivers of orange juice, but he rose strong and vigorous. Should he stand behind the tenor pan in the medium band or carry his leather strap to hoist his pan around his neck.
RISE PAN MAN © gillena cox 2019
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