Memories Born of Music

More than forty
years has slipped away
from the sounds long de-
parted as I drove aimlessly home.

Was it the years
that brought a sense
of my dead brother, or the
passing of his funeral site

as Neil Diamond
flaunted his recorded
ego? Or was it hearing the
actual Hot Summer Night recording

after the roller coaster
ride my life has taken since?
I have always invited feelings
in, but this sadness arrived without
a knock.

Driving east on Florida in Hemet, March 16, 2012