Last night before lights out, I requested Jay
stay home this morning, us remaining
in bed until 11 AM, listening
to LPs of 1960s and 70s music. I woke to this poem
from him:
a sky the color
of turning vinyl
this morning in the last track
of winter.
slow the world
to 78,
and let me stay with you through every album groove,
turning, turning over,
turning, turning over.
(followed by his symbol to me: a heart to the 10th power)
Posted by nancy at March 14, 2012 01:43 PM