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That Old Zenith
Ozone blues and the hands that tried. That old Zenith sat like a dark-faced preacher, its back peeled open - a small cathedral of wire and light.
The Brass Ring
A remembrance at Eldridge Park in Elmira, NY At the edge of the hills, where the air holds the scent of mown grass and river wind, a diamond-shaped field gathers the last of the sun. Dad laces his cleats,
If Sylvia Had Answered the Phone
after Dr. Hook’s “ Sylvia’s Mother ” There’s a payphone by the station wall, where mercy takes small change. He feeds the coins like rosary beads, and waits for her to breathe.
