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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