hollow memories forgotten,
silent and serene they were,
hundreds attended the first show
more for the second and third,
top of the world - nothing better,
a time to be remembered
a time to be heard and seen...
glorious it all was - then and now,
look to the beginning - not the end.
screams dance around inside like
mixed metaphors trying to move
to the same melodies not formulated,
not known or created - not on board
with the tenors and selling saxes,
understanding little about the process
building up expectations that soon
will be of diminished returns no
different from sunsets or sunrises...
we heard not but we saw and knew
and in a flash, we knew... looking
to put on our fred astaire shoes.
screams dance around inside like
yesterday's news found in bathrooms
of all the ritzy hotels or those on the
wrong side of the tracks - we were told
before we started of this occurrence,
no one knew or saw it coming but ran
with the bulls anyway through the
streets of pamplona... we are no longer
satisfied with but have gratitude now.
April 16, 2025
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