I kept looking at songwriting credits, doing mild double takes at listed names: oh, that’s who got that song in that album; oh, I didn’t know those two had a hand in that song I couldn’t stop playing two years ago. An old impulse on an ending day that still felt in between or on the brink of things.

White flowers blooming on branches next to green shrubbery and grass lining a sidewalk and a curb with a lightly leaf covered gutter cut into it Sunday, May 28, 2023 at MacArthur Boulevard and Fairmount Avenue in Oakland, California.

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