June 7th

I got it
Master tapes
Played one foot off the pavement

Found them
Boxed in that perpetual
Archival reel running like
A mobius strip

Can't believe we
Misplaced them
In the last drawer
(under the peace flags)
In all nostalgia's attics--
and they each look the same;
Three quarters full of lemon gin
Old family photos in
Black and white from our fathers'
Artist days
One-upmanship and the
Autoharp

I got it
Everything I need
To remake that shrine
New! In colour!
So sacred and finished
That we would stop resting.