The Wind Cries Mary
Jimi’s grand apology
hidden in the words
In lyrics of his soul’s lament
Mary’s name is heard
The Jacks are in their boxes
as midnight plays its chord
Music sighing whispers red
— Queen still untoward
(The New Room: April, 2024)
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