listening to an old song on F.M. radio

 
 
 
It really doesn't take  
much to imagine one's  
self sitting beneath a  
pleasant sky  
 
eyes taking in  
nothing  
 
ears on  
vacation  
 
the mind emptying  
dreams like an  
overturned  
goblet  
 
inviting time to  
take the rest  
of your days  
as the worm  
takes the apple  
 
thinking about old  
songs on F.M.  
radio  
 
the first time someone  
let you enter the  
palace of their  
body  
 
you and a friend  
smoking a joint  
on a rangy  
summer's  
evening  
 
then hitting up a  
favorite burger  
place for the  
weekly special  
 
falling in  
love  
 
falling out  
of love  
 
again and again  
and again and  
again  
 
15, 20, 25, 30  
35, 40, 45, 50,  
55, 60...soon  
65  years
passing
 
questions asked  
          never answered  
making more  
          questions  
 
now sitting here  
beneath a  
pleasant  
sky  
           knowing  
 
with a little ingenuity  
and luck, we will  
all get  
here  
            someday