Poem: Gramophone Heart

Poplar

Torturing myself with mistaken reflections
Rear view mirrors
Compiling dossiers
Of my myriad merry fuck-ups
But bathed in fog
And cleaned in the cool air
Of autumnal morning
I lend myself
To the poplar’s wisdom
The wind giving life
To his silver song
The elixir longs to be restored
But I may still need some time
Before my heart puts on
Another gramophone

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