(a holiday denouement)
Homeward turning now
current signals scattering
reforming to remembered
rhythms, structures to always
keep, hold, repeat, ad infinitum
The dial seeks the station
always there on a dark highway
one thinks, hardly thinks
to just hone in is all - crumbling
husks of time, distance, difference
A red needle wavers, searches one
notch over, one notch back, somewhere
between the notches
a change is in these voices telling
stories not ours together
Intersections, supported themes, assumptions
disintegrate to static shuffles
unclear murmurs, moody fragments,
puzzling the listener expecting ease
who, what, where, ungainly reacquainting
Straining hard for tones expected
an infantile rage embarrasses
angered at the ragged sounds
through wires and air contorting
familial language never thought to fade
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