andrea banjoes heartbreak, sings a montreal cold storm
masters capo mathematics
some of this applicable
only in winter
like you she is
comfortable riding
the bus
a pair of sneakers
strung above
street lights show
walking down bronson
or is it up?
this is august
you continue
snowflakes of her voice
melting you down
to midnight
&&&
wind blown over bottle
anticipates an arrival
rozalind presses a pedal
to loop memory
fluted
an island where unwashed people
take her in
not toronto, not family
a microphone
guitar and small room
far from grey hound bus pass
small suitcase of lyric travels
for sale, a string of breaking
hearts
yes she calls ottawa
1 comment:
Amanda,
I was so touched by this poem. Thank you for putting your beautiful thoughts into magical words. : )
It was so wonderful to see you again, even if it was for a short visit. Thank you for bringing the sunshine to our Rasputin's show. Will miss you but will look forward to seeing you again soon.
Many Hugs,
Love Rozalind
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