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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Here We Go

like so often brothers of missed epistles
rumors of three visits always at night
those were wrecking crew ghosts
back from the days of foot tapping
give me those electricity blues
in the spirit of post-holiday connection
again time trails in happy color changes
this is the fun crowd in 1995
where john lee hooker for nobody
but the cat, the dog and the kitchen
business is a hearth word
when names are all that is left us
we count winter beside road maps
with flat tires we cross here before


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