sometimes it only seems the Everly Brothers still murmur in my left ear …only trouble is… gee whiz…
it was so long ago i can no longer remember so sometimes i count church bells instead or the tiny, spreading wakes of a skipped flat rock, or autumn leaves being carried away from me by a slow current sometimes i murmur back at the voices, loosen my neck tie and allow myself to reminisce about her tiny waist, how my two hands would encircle the small bones of her hips, how they felt just like valuable silver coins being turned over & over in my trembling fingers …only trouble is… gee whiz… there are so many trails into memories, but only one path out & half the time
i can’t remember if i’m coming or going
