Proselytize

The Red Hatted Vagabonds pluck blues

chords near the yellow

tape at the street fair, not quite among

passerby. You can graph

the ripple of a drop in a glass

but the chorus sings from the torrent,

relatives or dreadlocked
Valkyries in matching
tie-dye skirts, where

the vocalist amid
loose gravel in-jokes
as if tied to the mic-
stand reaches

out and cries
proselytize me baby.