There is a poet in Las Vegas who plays a didjeridoo. At one of the open mics (the one on Sunday night) he brings the didjeridoo and plays it. I heard if first a couple of weeks ago and I've been contemplating a poem about it since then. So far I've gotten only a few words. I'm still brain storming the poem.
Didjeridoo
nature's music
bird calls
my soul responds
its melody summons me out of civilization's comic opera
I want to roam the wilderness without modern vehicles
I want to walk from water hole to water hole with the Beloved
alone with God
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