I’m listening to Nina Simone blues
me with “I Loves You Porgy” and the rest
of her greatest hits. I listen and choose
to remember her. Not Nina. Once blessed
to love Her. Her in New York. Sunrise hair
enflaming the night and me. Listening
to her ghostly midnight voice blues me there
on our futon, her blue eyes glistening,
delicate hands caressing guitar then
me, her original lyrics echo
through her silence as we lie close and grin
like children at heaven’s edge, kiss like no
other humans ever through history,
uncovering all cosmic mysteries.
Roger Armbrust
October 24, 2019
