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famous blue raincoat
is the past, present and future
all in one go:

sitting by a fire
a bottle of wine in hand
staring at the crackling frenzy
dying down to a murmuring
bed of exothermic repose.
he can’t see me
curled up on the couch
pretending
to be a sleep.

a childhood
built on
perpetually
spinning
records.

here.
now.
tired.

i hope you’re keeping
some kind of record.

someday
we’ll even look back
on these uneventful nights
with youthful nostalgia.

the body older
and the song
a witness to a life
beyond time.