Radio Dreams

That fond fuzzy crackle

bandwidth received by transistor

last hurrah of our analog innocence

Low fidelity echoes

like candles lighting

a thousand darkened rooms

A time before digitized beacons

mocked us from the night stand

We now build our own soundtracks

in the hours between the sun

and looking out my window

the landscape hasn’t changed

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