It was a new single 
but hearing it brought me back
to seeing them perform live
two summers ago

That made me think of the song
I wanted to share with my dad
because it sounded like guitar-driven neatly sewn together 60s -
but could never remember the name
when the time came

Now I’m thinking about how the time has gone
And just as I’m slipping into melancholy
the disc shifts to Paul Simon 
As it always does when I’m driving and thinking of Dad

The joy felt by me and Julio down by the schoolyard
is drenched by the downpour 
and the demise of Glen Hansard
as he sings to his babe in arms atop an Irish mount

Forward and back
Side to side
A web of associations and feelings
All attached to notes floating in the ether