Vintage Words


I come at you from beneath a stack

of old 45's and LP's, looking for life

and me to find the best way of seeking.


I come bearing gifts of old

tunes or the best brush for making

pony tails. I come to walk with you along

paths that lead backward to gentler

times perceived in a vacuum

of no understanding of the world.


I come to life each day and bask

in the smiles of children and the frowns

of mirrors then die into dreams

to rise like the sun at dawn.







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