It sat carefully
on the one-inch thick
pine board
Dials and coils and resistors
combined to catch sound
from the ether
crackling, fleeting sound
Something he had made
long before
with his own hands,
kept and held for other fingers
to see the sunlight again
out in our backyard
marveling at his industry
his skill, to tease music
from the air
March 11, 2007 15:29
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