Into the light again

I found an old poem I forgot I had written.
--

the quality is poor,
shadowed in static
but with volume turned
all the way up
and ear pressed to speaker

i can hear once again
the rough grumble of my
father’s voice, chuckling
as my brother and i prodded
him into telling a joke
for the tape recorder.

eight years have glided by
and still his voice rings clear
in my head as if
he was still standing
right next to me.

11/6/2005