The Skip

I remember the skip.

The skip of an album.

The scratch on a record.

The needle on the turntable.

I still own one.

And play it when I’m feeling nostalgic.

The sound is much better.

Except for the skip.

But the skip, reminds me of a simpler time.

When my dreams were in unscratched.

RGH/SC

3-30-19

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