Motown

I’m listening to Bach

remembering

The Four Tops.

 

A red record player

wore the grooves

as I liberated myself

long before

the music of the anc

 

A brief fugue this night

leaves me free.

I wallow in heartbeat’s

echo

reaching for the sleeve

 

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