Tagged: music
losing an hour in
losing an hour in
the middle of the night is
unlike losing an
hour in the middle of laughing,
of making music, of waking
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: waking
all day, the rain falls
after a
after a
packed train
pulls away
from a
crowded
subway platform,
those morning commuters
who are left behind to
wait for the
next
train
turn into
choristers, huddled
together in
sections,
arranged
by time and
gumption, over best
sound, heads down,
conductor-
less, tuned
out
and into
the digital
music of their
lives, primed for
the next set of
train doors to
open right
in front of
them
.
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springs’ sleigh bells
springs’ sleigh bells
have sprung –
jingling
in the wind’s expert
grip, leaning
towards that
full symphony
.
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we were in the car,
we were in the car,
listening to The Cranberries,
like every third or
twenty-third newly and
nearly newly coupled,
lovestruck or not yet
requited, waiting
to grow older
while sitting
in the parking
lot of the universe –
Dolores felt like forever
.
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in the village on
in the village on
macdougal, we found love for
falafel for the
first time, music students on
a budget, pacing ourselves
.
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twenty years later,
twenty years later,
we are revisiting Morton
Subotnick’s Silver
Apples of the Moon on a
full Beaver Moon – who knew
we’d be still this geeky
.
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