A song I had forgotten was my favorite
in a year
That is long dried by dusty unreunion,
Wet but unwashed by barstool stories
Is finally unobscured by a backwater
soundtrack,
An under-scored backdrop behind an
undersold movie,
and a time I had moved pass runs up
into the present,
Bringing back the people and the places
and the memories,
Everything but the name of the song.
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