Friday Original Poem

This Friday, we begin our new schedule of posting an original poem every week!  While Regina is on a much deserved anniversary trip with her fabulous husband Tim, Juliet takes on the first Friday poem.  This one is dedicated to all of the performers, chefs and supporters who made our COPE benefit a huge success. 

COPE

Somewhere, someone is singing

One voice

High notes bound up and attach themselves to low-slung, harmonies

Two

A careful whir of sound, rising

Three

Pressed like hundred-year old pieces of gum against a sidewalk, blending

A chorus

Something lifts inside your chest

Bubbles up like champagne sunlight, bursting

You open your mouth

And add your own broken sounds