World’s Largest Ball of String Revisited

now those years are so far away
they only appear in daydreams or
“I’ve-been-here-before” déjà vu moments
 
earth tone watercolor landscapes
with horizons I can touch and
buildings constructed with songs

Brother Can You Spare A Dime

Paper Moon, Dust Pneumonia Blues

I Am A Poor Wayfaring Stranger, and

every time a firehouse, warehouse, or factory
is torn down
I search the rubble and dust
 
for the artifacts I once touched
at the edge of mother and father’s
depression
 
[RK, 12/22/2020]