Poem: "Clock Radio"
In a state of half sleep,
In the hour of awakening,
The clock radio spoke
The time of music.
I was old and young,
And the speaker listened,
And the song embodied
Something ancient and true—
Chord changes, arpeggios,
And calm yearning.
Don’t dream it’s over.
M. Bogen
1988/2002/2018
1988/2002/2018
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