281 feet of black line,
1800 seconds ’til I feel fine,
If not, gonna hit that rewind,
Maybe listen to side B,
But unless it’s Des’Ree or Madonna, unlikely,
First tapes to spin in my deck,
Tina Turner, Sylvie, Blood Sweat and Tears, Janet Jackson,
Music from a young age, a budding passion,
Hours of fingertip to button click,
Waiting with breath baited for DJ’s to silence and let me record my favorites,
Personalized labels and tape sleeves,
Is this one a blank tape or full of beloved pet peeves?
Who knew I’d one day replace pencil spin with a click on a computer,
Any genre, any language, the world now sings together.
Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 