I turn off the radio
as soon as Ella finishes
her final verse —
scatting fluidly like I wish I could,
like I wish I had at some point
in my life —
but apparently
that’s gone now
All I can do
is sit back with it
filling the room
on an unseasonable day
in Spring
and love the warmth
of the day and the swing
of the song and regret
nothing that brought me here
and accept what will take me
away
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onward,
T
Dark Matter 