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Bob Lucky

It Was More Than Twenty Years Ago Today

After dinner my wife and I buy some coffee ice-cream cones and stroll along the river. I tell her about my idea to add a slide ukulele riff to a song we’ve been working on. A musical wink to George Harrison, I explain. She’s quiet for a moment, concentrating on the last of her cone, and stares out at the river. “Ringo,” she says, “must be at least seventy.”

a barge
hauling coal upstream
the moon in its wake