missed the day

actually, missed a lot of days, but this day, the first of may, is especially missed... so i return now, whenever now is, to refresh the memory of the day (or something like that)... it was always a day of profound feeling and music and memories and rhyme... the music is so far away sometimes from the daily life and the people in it... the memories way much farther away... many years since anything deeply meaningful has been shared or created, alas... so i mourn a bit and at least stop by a couple of hours after the fact to acknowledge when i was small... and how we used to laugh while others used to play... because even if you never really knew that experience that concept and experience meant so very much to me (from the library corner through the leap off the precipice and the beginning of the end marked by tape 62 and the selected rest {72, 85, 95, and so on through 305, 351, 365-9 [or was that 165-9, alas, memories fade], and yours [and mel's and... alas], 387, 390, 391... sigh} that followed)... wow, that was an unexpected aside... and just the tip of the tip of the whole...

happy first of may and thank you for being in touch...