echo of a different time
ticking down to a blank space
there is something to look forward to
there are goals worth reaching
empty as a catalog
wild as an albatross
let the turn the turkey loose
sing the rocky rhythm sweet
carry angels over coleslaw
wish the leaves their own sweet wind
clocks and beans and power forwards
shake the pieces -- try again
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