This
is probably not my story to tell
But
I did participate
I
know the interested parties
I
was part of the secret
It
all revolves around a game
Played
by a couple
Which
means it was played by Ahna
To
the end of bothering Fletcher
A
control thing maybe
More likely just something to do
Ahna
was cooler than her age
Probably
had cool parents
Who
never grew out of being hippies
She
drove a tan Volvo
Full
of music on the Blaupunkt
And
a cavernous back seat
That’s
where I first heard the song
Crammed
into the back
With
four or five others
Next
to Fletcher and the skateboards
Both
relegated to this position
Just
out of reach of the stereo
The
song playing and taunting Fletch
His
search for a holy grail
Held
at arm’s length
She
dropped off Fletcher first
Let
me move to the front seat
Handed
me a tape when we drove off
A magnetically bound secret
With
a look that said to keep it safe
My smile back showed that I would
At
home and back in my room
Sitting
in front of my stereo
Reading
the words in the tape
Revealed
the band was Aztec Camera
I had never heard of them before
The
song was entrancing
The lyrics a little more telling
I
slid in the tape and pressed play
The
guitar strummed out the chords
A
voice flowed, sang and swirled
As
the chorus revealed the game
“On
every whisper that welcomes
The inconceivable
And the birth of the
true”
An
idea born of suggestion
An
inconceivable secret
Shared in whispers
Would
give birth to a truth
Would
discover who kept the secret
Who cherished the whisper
Sworn
in by her knowing smile
Bound tight by the secret song
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