A POEM BY TOM CLARK

                    HUSH, HUSH


               I know these radio waves

               are being stored away

               in my brain somewhere

               even tho I'm not here

               to pay any attention 
                              to them


               They'll come back later as

               frequency-modulated

               variety shows and UHF cabaret


               This is what I was thinking, Ted

        
               For instance, while I was 
                           writing this
               the following music
                    came into my head:


               Overture to Sonata for Trumpet &
                                                          Strings
                             by Henry Purcell

               Miles Davis: Ssh . . . Peaceful

               Jimmy Reed: Hush, Hush


                                      - - - Tom Clark 

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