MayPoWriMo 6

At the mere suggestion 
of a song

in the car I turn it on
and I am back

in the room of 1991
hearing those

chord changes echo
across distances

knowing they would
be waiting

for when I needed them
somewhere they

are playing just before
the first time

someone presses record
getting closer to

the sound we make against
the backdrop of

the infinite among us—
then the reprise