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A Momentary Blast
Invigorating rock and roll shakes the morning air
Bandsmen play Comanche, on the marble stairs
People that I used to know, tap their feet and smile
Iron curtain rusty folds melt down for a while
Can’t define now what it was, the end, or the beginning
Not a lot to comprehend left in underpinning
Reasons come and reasons go, morning sun goes high
To obscure in a glow of the springtime sky.
In late April, once it was, nobody remembers
How it came, and how it went, like the dying embers
I shall not return to dust, but I’ve no idea
If the others will, or must humbly disappear.
I’m a momentary blast of the past time air
And it happens now, until I’m no longer there.
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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