Stealing Into the Past

Stealing Into the Past Lately…I’ve caught myself stealing
into the past…through a furtive rap
or two on the internet’s door,

Where you reside, I note, in your band’s
old promo shot, which I’m now
mapping…And parsing…Daily.

I study the bantam turn of your
jaw…see it in bar light, or on the
pillow… and I turn it in my mind.

But like a celebrated novel, neither
finished nor affirmed, I abandon
it.  For now…

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