Satellite Radio

Long ribbon of road ahead.

Miles before our next stop.

Alone in a lonely land

with only hares,

hawks,

the wind's sigh,

and the sounds of

Jimi

Janis

Johnny

Jerry

Voices of the dead

beamed by a satellite

that winks in the velvet sky above;

one more diamond

among constellations,

but always traveling,

just like us,

sending our quota

of song.

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