Francie Lynch


Little Darling - Poem by Francie Lynch

The Sansui turntable still works well.
Like memories, round and round,
Needling me. And the more I play them,
The more they itch.
I know the dark side of the moon,
And the way the sun shines.
The dances, whirlwind moves,
That have settled now.
Inside the sleeve are notes and words
That amplified us.
I will not let the dust jackets do their job.
I set Abbey Road gently on the pad,
Place the needle softly, and hear the familiar scratch.
Standing back, like watching a parade,
I listen.
Here comes the sun on a cloudy day.

Topic(s) of this poem: memories, memory, music, sixties, youth


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 22, 2018



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