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A SONG FOR MINNIE RIPERTON


I never told you.
I never once stopped to think,
that on the brink
of sleep,
I heard Minnie Riperton
singing at the bottom of the
street.

Long years passed.
And the sun turned to rain.
I slept well,
but still, I heard her voice,
every now and
again.

Funny how memory plays tricks.
And faces appear in your dreams.
Songs play,
and the night isn't all that it
seems.

We wrestle with our thoughts,
as the moon waxes and wanes.
Counting our losses,
and sometimes our gains.

And yet, you still choose to forget
as you pour yourself another red wine...
Standing by the open curtained window
at twenty-five minutes
past nine...


Jarvo 2022