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as a boy
he carried everywhere
the small radio
held up
turned low
and somehow always managed
small bits of magic,
working the knobs,
zeroing in on Beatles' numbers--
it's all anyone ever managed to hear
as he passed and disappeared
into the day,
never speaking
but smiling to everyone,
soaking it all in, absorbed,
holding to his ear
a conch of his own creation.
he never said a single word to any of us,
of course there was no need--
it was warm and bright,
and even we understood
that some things
need no explanation.
he carried everywhere
the small radio
held up
turned low
and somehow always managed
small bits of magic,
working the knobs,
zeroing in on Beatles' numbers--
it's all anyone ever managed to hear
as he passed and disappeared
into the day,
never speaking
but smiling to everyone,
soaking it all in, absorbed,
holding to his ear
a conch of his own creation.
he never said a single word to any of us,
of course there was no need--
it was warm and bright,
and even we understood
that some things
need no explanation.
"Beauty is its own excuse for being." --Emerson
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last two stanzas are wonderful.