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so some scattered reflection on a morning with nothing ahead of me

i had a wonderful time last night - even with the fleeting presence of friends
just enjoying the playing and appreciation of music. to the point where i encouraged the cab driver to turn whatever he wanted to hear up nice and loud on the way home...



climb your favorite apple tree
try to catch the sun
hide from your little brother's gun
dream yourself away

why can't we reach the sun
why can't we blow the years away

it occurs to me that making people dance is an honorable and fantastic thing to do



at the same time that beats are moving the corners of my mouth to smile and feet to shuffle, i've soaked my head in melancholy strains of the past

rich feeling and memory

scares you to know that we won't be
watching the same sun
or brooding the same thoughts
in the same part of the world
scares me how you get older
how you forget about each other

things mean a lot at the time
don't mean nothing later

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i remember the strange empty house and the dead trees outside where things changed, ended.
snow crunching underfoot / the taxi to the airport
i remember these things as emotional sweeps of color, the specifics are gone

perhaps this weekend will provide real rest - at least my eye has healed

my cat is singing on the staircase, the mouse is in the house and the sun is battling its way through the blinds - onward we move

thx to anyone that's part of this forward drift

that means you