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Something Old, Something New

Years ago I wrote a short piece inspired by the music of a local band. I might have sent the poem out a time or two. I honestly don’t remember. I did read it at our monthly open mic upstairs at The Globe, and the band briefly considered including it as a cut on one of their CDs. Anyway, I opened the file this morning with the idea that I might refresh and expand the piece and give it a go with some journals. What happened instead was that the elves in my head insisted on starting from scratch, moving sideways along the most general theme of the piece to something quite different. What could I do but roll with it? So now I have some lines that might just prove a decent start to a keeper.