‘At the time it seemed important.’
‘I’m sure it was.’
‘Her song. Grace Slick. Search for that sly white rabbit.’
‘A Lewis Carroll stroll. Updated Oz.’
‘Our lines, like then, keep rhyming.’
‘An old habit.’
Their conversation pauses. Pops.
Songs bridge the gaps between the two old friends.
Remembering Grace and remembered grace entwine.
They keep on, keeping time.
The music ends.
Just because there’s snow on the roof, doesn’t mean there’s not a fire inside. Love the Grey Rabbit–long may he rock on!
Many thanks, Elise. Rock on indeed.
Songs get under your skin. Will follow your blog. To follow Alice down the rabbit hole, see my Jefferson Airplane post on https://davekingsbury.wordpress.com
Thanks, Dave. I liked your post on your blog.