by Marc Carver
A song wanders around my mind
like a lost man looking for his hotel room
all he wants to do \
is find a place to rest his head
and sleep.
It promises
a time
a day to come
a park and a movie
and some sangria.too
It is sang gently by many
and sometimes by one.
It comes after death
as so many things do
Good to leave something behind
even if
it is not quite perfect.
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