on the radio : a poem sketch

Rest my head in
hand near the table
where a small black
radio plays an
instrumental I
have never heard but
know it… know its
emotional
audio content.

Notes plucked
from guitar strings
weave and release
a story that
resonates deep
within my soul
and makes me want
to cry and hope.

The announcer
says his name is
Ottmar Liebert
but does not share
the name… the name
of the song that
makes me want to cry.

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