soundtrack:

mostly Beatles mix tapes
composed by my father
magnetic vignettes rolling on plastic spools
tracing the route to Nana’s house
to a degree
aaaaaaaaaa frozen & held;
a polyphonic photograph chronicling
snow fall,aaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaa, a kiss,
(whiteness to be read as “a blank space between two commas”)
an epiphany, a proposal, a change, or visits to Niagara, Newport, Monticello.

Yet somehow, one part always is less interesting;
the middle sibling holding their
tiny juice tank of behavior flavor
they will never learn,

reading only read in heads
the action of eyes outsourcing
mouth movements so the words will never
smile upon the exit of a car
with a self-chiropractic pop.

usage:

When a poet is a composer, sometimes
aaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaa silence
(an anthem for Silentists).