Moggs Creek, February 2021.
I don’t know when the wind changed,
I was still home reading Nina Simone.
I put Bruce on the turntable, trying to make sense of many lives
I don’t even have his new one,
I’m still living in 1975.
The surf’s too rough
But the pull is strong
To cool down from the heat
Without being knocked off your feet.
Guess I’ll just wade out enough to get splashed
Maybe I should have played Johnny Cash.
Stereo Story #584