2.08.2022

it seemed as though something wonderful had come and gone

Mother said she was sorry, but was calling because there'd been an accident. 
She wanted me to hear of my friend's death from a familiar voice. "A drunk 
driver," she said. "A doctor." I dressed as if in a slow dream and went down 
to wander the dark streets. Sometime later—it might have been minutes, it 
might have been hours—I heard reggae, and followed the sound back to an 
open window. I sat on the curb to listen. The night was warm and there was 
a slight breeze, a hint of morning in the sky. It seemed as though something 
wonderful had come and gone, a carnival perhaps. I'd arrived late, but at 
least there was still music. 
 

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