heavy frost
silencing the morning
the dog, quiet
© Rachel Green January 2021
somehow it's fitting
I bought a piece of vinyl
from a bygone age.
I've nothing to play it one;
it's not available digitally;
I will probably never hear it.
It is a testament to youth
to the folly we subjected ourselves to;
to the hopes and dreams
we had as children of the sixties,
where anything was possible:
even being a pop-star
before a lonely suicide.
© Rachel Green January 2021
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