Joshua Keiter

Now you sing along
even to songs
we don’t sing very much

I forgot about the book
of unknown 
origin on the shelf

hand me down or thrift
store makes no 
difference you understand 

a song so singalongable
the wheels never 
not go round and round

you raise your hands
at the close of
every verse punctuating

your own singing with
gestures of 
exclamation making 

easy the decision to 
start over
again from the beginning

another chance to make
with your limbs
echoing your voice 

your own refrain
your song