Radio Days Vicariously Summoned Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Going back to the radio days
And the means and the ways
To accomplish your dreams
It seems like we're all in some nostalgic stream
Of memories we were too young to have
But we slip right back on the radio track
With the clips we hear of the years
We weren't here but our parents were our grandparents
Kicking up the rug eating raspberry shrub
On the porch my dears
I wish I could say they didn't go away
And the world is strange
Now, rearranged
To such an extent
And the rent's so high
We must live in the sky
On lemon chiffon pie
In the clouds with our dreams
And the sunshine streams
And the radio blares
And it seems like we're
In a Kitchenette Somewhere
With the radio on and a jingly song
And a drama or two
To keep the wars from seeping through.
Mary angela douglas 28 january 2024