Listening to Bird play Duke, and thinking
of you. How years jettison into space
yet leave memory. When I was drinking
way back, six years before cosmos’s grace
whirled me to sanity, psyche flowed through
“The Natural”, melted to that music
with Roy and Memo on dance floor. So smooth
with band playing Duke in background, quick flick
and they disappear from frame to surf sound
and walking on beach. Disappear like years,
yet memories like marauders surround
us, plunder our hidden treasures, past tears
and laughter our hearts even thought were lost,
maybe hoped were lost, knowing their great cost.
Roger
May 21, 2020
