To Astrud

A voice that still haunts me

and lives in my dreams

The first time I saw her

a boy of sixteen

 

She lived just a mile

from where I am now

A treasure so hidden

to whose memory I bow

 

The Samba and Rio

she took me along

Yet barely a man

making love to her song

 

My eyes can still close

and return to that beach

where my heart she first captured

—and never released

 

(The Day Astrud Gilberto Died: June 5, 2023)

 

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