I watched Louder Than A Bomb today,
Blew me away,
With meaning,
With heart,
With memories.
If I miss one thing from a place I have to miss most,
Chicago is deep with all that,
Just not January or February.
The people,
The scenery,
But waay so much the poetry.
We moved to the desert,
Literally,
And literary.
I used to read live all the time,
Sometimes wrote a poem a day,
Read my first and last live performances at the Green Mill.
It was Christmas of '14,
Caroline helped me fly out of town on a cloud of snaps,
Marc was dark Santa,
It was GLORIOUS.
Sometimes I hear a poem on the wind late at night,
Maybe a whisper,
Maybe a howl.
Mostly I hear desert dust under my feet.
AquarianM
By Daniel A. Stafford
© 04/02/2023