Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Tambourine Girl."
...NO SHOES, FRAYED DRESS, flaxen hair-locks, long askew, a tambourine beating an unlikely tempo, no percussive back-up, nose upward, proudly appointed, yet a stark despair in her dark eyes that SCREAMS triumph wrapped in an Anaconda-snakes squeeze of poverty...
...but yes, there IS defiance in her eyes... at the coins U fling at her... as U walk on by.
No shoes, HUNGER, a "Gitano/Gypsy" outcast? Might as well be your long-lost daughter trying to make her OWN way to survive...solo with a tambourine... What Gods or Spirts can save her need? An Oracle? A SYBIL? One day perhaps her Prince will come...?
Who HERALDS!!!
...Did U unknowingly pass her by, or recognized, SHRINK! A family likeness? Or grudgingly remember: "Did He or made the Lamb make thee?" (Tambourine-Rattlesnake SHRILL!) The kernel of your Soul suddenly crushed under foot, your past altruism apparently worthless as U walk on by?
...Tambourine Girl: Now wearing shoes, dumpster-reclaimed, "flip-flops", past their "sell date" but toes knit together with dirt. BEHOLD! A "raggedly-Anne" awash into Societies seven seas! Somebodies KID on your OWN Cities streets!
... How does she eat? Where does she sleep? With whom MUST she sleep!? In an Anaconda snakes deadly grip. Lamia on Lamia. But for this moment...Tambourine SHRILL!!! An Angel. MUSIC! The girl with the Tambourine.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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