Sunday, May 13, 2012


Suddenly there is nothing,
just fuzzy radio silence.
A few clicks of the dial
and things fall out of sync.

White noise across the airwaves
something familiar and oddly correct,
jet engine humming on the wind.

Not that I wish it different anymore
but who knew even in this late hour
a chink remained in the armor,
an arrow in the quiver finds its mark again.

13 May 2012

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