He emails it each day at 6 am
five-minute homage to writers, poets,
sometimes scientists, folks who gained their fame
fleeting as each generation. Knew it’s
that way since they wrote. Subtle audio
with transcript companion. Each day at 6.
But I listen that night, midnight or so.
Listen with eyes closed, alert, senses fixed
like some ancient hunter’s trap, rusted iron
jaws forced open, ready to snap the right
word or phrase, magic one barely touching
memory, raising love or fear, or light
of understanding. Something soul solid as
bleeding meat, or bird feather, or broken glass.
Something leading me to write the truth…at last…
Roger Armbrust
August 11, 2020
