It doesn't seem so long ago
It doesn't seem so long ago
the coveted makita drill
in the photographs
the lingering smell
a fugal MIDI march
in the shimmering heat
an unmistakable old song
repeatedly encountering
along the road, the apple trees
carcass of a rare Apple III
old slow internal modems
left me behind in the barn
old communications components
in opposite directions
the slow bounce
the mouse was gone
still exposed
the familiar sound of his voice
it bounced on the dirty white
in a dark room
it too began to cycle noisily
No sense lying around
beneath my dirty feet
all the components were clearly visible
as an old song suggests
completely forgetting about Cupid
the surprise with which she greeted me
the burning tips
it doesn't seem so very long ago
the words of an old song
streamed down his face as he talked
printed on antique continuous feed paper
so effectively trapped

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