Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Great Regulars: People singing, not professionally but

just singing for joy, it's a wonderful celebration of life. In this poem by Sebastian Matthews of North Carolina, a father and son happen upon a handful of men singing in a cafe, and are swept up into their pleasure and community.

Barbershop Quartet,
East Village Grille

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 207

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