“if i should lose…â€
i try first with the flute to find the changes (the guitar got left at the church) then hack away at the piano, getting lost– a truly heartrending ballad
i try first with the flute to find the changes (the guitar got left at the church) then hack away at the piano, getting lost– a truly heartrending ballad
the workday’s done, (if you can call it work), the body rests (if you can call it still), the mind moves (if you call the same old expectations ‘moving’)
i wheel the trusty bike off to the market pedal and coast, and then i park it i shop and race back home, and what a dope forgot the laundry soap
laurel likes to punch me in the stomach and loves the slap-hands games my dad used to play with me. we cover our faces, make elephant trunks, adapt to each other’s sizes
we tuned our voices, weekly, ’til our intervals finally physically jumped and shook the wood we stood on. then, it was done. no point in dwelling on the past.