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daisy poems Poems

streaming

if streaming music is not as real as vinyl,

or a CD, fingerprints and scratches aside

(only the truly unhappy reminisce about cassettes and pencils)

then why does my heart, and other parts, swell at this music?

why do I dance the same, love has no claim on objects

(fingerprints and scratches aside) as music floats

through air – conduction, convection, osmosis, love