the last place imaginable
it’s twenty twenty-five
listening to vinyls
in the second bedroom
turned into opium den
—long plays by the beatles
stones & cream
windows wide open
peaceful vibes attract
various passersby
—curiosity seekers clad in
nostalgic blue jeans
or new wave outerwear
music like a passage
through time
sometimes cast from
the last place imaginable
—perhaps from your
very last lifeline
april two thousand twenty-five
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Nice poem
Thank you, Heather.
Good one, John
Thank you, Elly.