tanka

.

si
lence
rattled 60s
songs off the
granitesque smooth shelf
in my mind’s echo chamber
.
and
the invisible guy there, my witness
decides to blog it all
under a new
name
&
he
says
oh my,no:no
debonair today,
no petit-burgeoise again
{coz
this time baby
he – no I – mean business}
&
soon
the scene
swells with
regret’s shadows
all too familiar again
recalling crisp green spring’s
lettuce-like opening to the young
rascals’ “Groovin”
regaling in this
one little echo
we all agreed
to call this, a
moment,now
how real
o, my-
o
.

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