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Mid-sleep in the dead of night
I am awakened by a touch.

Without opening my eyes
my hands grope and feel
the softness of a memory.
I pull it close to my belly and
sleep with my arms around it.

Soon dawn chorus resumes
in the Silver Oak — reminding me
of songs from bygone days
I sigh and clinically open my eyes
to the demands of another day.

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Many many years ago, my father gifted me a small cassette player and a few tapes. Most evenings, I would turn down the lights, pick a cassette and lose myself to the music. This morning (and I don’t know why), a song from then, one that I haven’t heard in ages, came back to me. A simple, sweet one…’When I need you’ by Leo Sayer.

Have a nostalgic evening.