poetry, Quote of the Day

A Song in Labor

A riff rings in my ear. An earworm beckoning. A song in labor awaiting its due date.

There are too many subjects to consider focusing upon for this song that knocks at the door to my soul. I let the song in and we have a conversation. “Can’t you put them all together?” the riff asks.

“If only I possessed that much wisdom and patience. It would take a lifetime to learn all the lessons these atrocities teach.”

“You’re already 42. I’m not leaving.”

And the riff rings again.

Riff

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