Iggy shouts ‘cut -- take two!’
Now deaf,
I shake my head
out of a deep sleep
Realizing I’m not in a rehearsal hall
But at home,
crosswise in a hammock
off the
east coast
of Costa Rica
staring up the tall wooden leg
of a banana tree
addled, fragments from the past
unwillingly enter my mind
like stray frequencies
in unsystematic streams
wrinkled, I cannot stop
These chemical
dog ears
from forming
like a book
read non sequentially
I keep falling into another story
Unable to trace my way back ho
Falling deeper
As each chapter closes in on me
still feels a lifetime away
at 63
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