January 24, 2021

24/365

everything i learned from my dad, i learn through song lyrics
often late at night in drunken reverie, sometimes on sunday
mornings

always at high volume, coupled with a lithe jig, or maestro arms
fanning the music, throughout the house, passed the fire and into
me

i couldn’t help but remember, this morning, feeding the cats
avoiding them as they howled, and skirted beneath my
feet

our house is a very, very, very fine house, with two cats in the yard
life used to be so hard, now everything is easy 'cause of
you 

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