When we were first married,
We didn’t have much money.
Blind tenor Andrea Bocelli
Was coming to town, and tickets
Were pricey. Phil bought them anyway.
Responsible me struggled with that.
I had read an anecdote in
Reader’s Digest years before.
A farm family heard that the circus
Was coming. To travel and buy tickets
Required that they sell their cow.
They did. And they remembered
That circus, with joy, the rest of their lives.
We went to Bocelli, and sat in the cheap seats
High above. From the moment he opened
His mouth for the opening “Ave Maria,”
The glory of the sound enveloped me fully.
Sell the cow.
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