5.15

Listening to old friends on the Utube

Jamaica, Chestnut Mare, Bugler

Jackson, Clarence, Roger

the days of my life spread out.

Poetry embalmed, embattled

in a soundtrack. And how

beautiful some were in their day

and now have aged.

Echoes that told our stories

before we knew them, that

pushed us on toward ends

we barely understood.

Internal longings wait within

us, unspoken, unclarified, until

some ringing tone resonates

with our hunger.

Deep yearning, if we let it, will

lead us to where our hearts

have always been meant to go.

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