Place

The needle on the vinyl

And spin that sound.

Watch the sock-monkey

Wind-up jump around.

 

Kids spin each other faster

On the merry-go-round.

Their laughter screams by,

What a sound.

 

The dog chases her tail

Then collapses to the ground.

She dreams of tennis balls

And a buried bone she’s never found.

 

Of the days before her family

Rescued her from the pound,

She barks and whines

And jumps at sounds.

 

Life sneaks by on an arrow,

Not straight, but round.

Music spills forth from the speakers;

Our aging spirit is

found.

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