line by line
on a music playlist.
Crawling
step by step
up my CD
collection,
cracking each
thin plastic jewel case
as I crunch along.
Bass, rhythm and lyric
that was
sometimes
solemnly given me
Now, coursing through
my bone and marrow;
Wings spreading into
Snapping flames,
Feet fanned into the
Chilly waters that drew down
my beloved Buckley,
While I become one more like myself.
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