a flicker in these Brooklyn leaves
a light breeze of reminder
that you were here, that you are here
teases me
guides me into a dead end.

crash.

the perpetuity of love -
you know, that 'moment' -
plays on repeat on my mind's record player
same song
sung to me a cappella.

the needle skips,
the melody lingers
as a rambling memento

trapped in the verse of an old blues lyric.

- gypsy george.