6.03.2009

Soundbite of Old

Recurring patterns
kaleidoscope in reverse
cross-continental journeys
lost trinkets of gold

Songs of days
a broken record in play
long trips at night
story after story told

Photographs falling
an open hand with wonder
hours of memories
fast-forward and fold

An art gallery filled with paintings
a junk yard of color
brush her hair right through
cut it, its sold

Sign the release form
find a companion for the time
interstate highways
blend in with the mold

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