night Poem #2, October 4, 2016



I hear a song

Some jazz trumpet

Playing with a melody

I once knew

The slow piano chording behind

Haunts and hypnotizes

And I see faces

From days gone by.


If we had heard that song then

And understood at all

We’d have lived more deeply.


copyright 2016

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