Coachella, the Day After - April 21, 2025

Gary Hunter
Apr 20
1 min read

screams reverberate in memory

base thumping the chest

wild lights, fireworks, tribal

dancing, the singing, snarling

stage-stalking on the big screen

overnight, guitar strings have cooled

frets have rested, microphones snuggle

in Styrofoam, while songs sleep in

singers’ lungs on sofas and beds

or replay in dreams

this, now

the morning after silence

sounds blessed in a light breeze

a concert for the soul

and I’ve got a ticket

front row, center

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