The man for whom the tribute was held was a poet who smoked filterless Camels and played the banjo in a Bluegrass band in which the mandolin player was blind. The poet celebrated in each of his poems the way light if it shines from the right angle and is accompanied by the right music can make of shadows, because of their gentle contrast to brightness, blessings that one is now ready to receive.
Mike Cole writes poems in a shack in the mountains near Yosemite National Park.
Photo by Martino Pietropoli
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