City of Angels by mindgallery
They played that magic syrup
one key at a time, and
phrased it
perfectly still enough so
we could feel it
slip
into places that existed
long before
the dam was
built
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This long-ago mindgallery poem from the Brooklyn Missed Connections reminds me of the holiday songs I loved so much as a child. Perhaps it’s that magic syrup of only hearing them at this time of year (and in small doses – which means avoiding shopping malls and commercial radio).
