dismissed it as yet another tragedy and a classic case of rock and roll overload. Something drew me to investigate the band, and I went to the song "Maybe Tomorrow". The yearning and sadness of the song aroused feelings in me. I would have to call these feelings melancholy because I watched the video of the song and I saw young men doing what they loved to do: write and play songs, preparing for a rock concert. It was something I had hoped to do as a young man but never achieved. I had too many character flaws; I wasn't enough of a team player to work with a band. I had to be the boss. Then this poem emerged.
The reefs at Bimini are empty of fish.