Jen Juice

In the midst of the midnight flights
The radio seems so lost
In words that I can’t speak

when I do nothing –
The moment reaches

Its feet

And me – the moment

with you – the radio

Closed toe movements and a record
With a dial tone and a fit-to-be-tied booth

Not real sure where the moment is taking us
But, isn’t that the beauty

Of the symbiotic truth…

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