Music, Poetry, Travel, writing Spoons June 13, 2014 fhaedra Leave a comment He sang blues songs with spoons worn leather jacket in hot sun wind on his head crouching there on a bridge etching stone time. Share this:Tweet Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like this:Like Loading...