immediate surrounds; 1-2-3,
a-1-2-3, I went down the street,
usual music not speaking to me
Thought of my dad, cowboy hat on
his head, playing his music - Chris
Blignaut singing the song of a hapless
baboon, a bully-beef can with ants
His wireless for greeting his tribe, no tax
to pay, he sings - the can’s too tight, his
face is stuck, the ants bite him, the baboon
goes mad - we stared with shiny eyes
As the chaos was described – and I sing
along with the song as I long-left wide
step 1-2-3- down the street, happy in
a cloud of memory – the beauty
Not intrinsic in the melody, but in the special
quality of nostalgic song – the soft golden light
enclosing times past…
....my Dad
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