Yesterday Playing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Yesterday is here right now as I hear music of the
sixties playing through the atmosphere.
Walking through the Arizona desert on the way to
school or to a neighbor's house.
Crisp morning air filling my lungs as I quietly
walk along, holding my transistor radio, turning
it about when it would lose it's signal.
Yesterday was the day of my life once upon a time,
now it's right here again, as I listen to oldies
being played on a karaoke player.