Maple at its best

[Todd]

I picture Robert Johnson rocking on an old dilapitated porch. This was really nice. I felt like I was in this from the beginning. I liked the personification of the fan, the nod of the rocker, and the swollen foot lost in its rhythm.

This is the most complete pulled together poem from you I've read. This sort of specific detail and mood you set are really well done.

I really liked it. No nits from me.

Best,

Todd