Lake of the Soul, If You Like, Somewhere

The moon throws a huge circle
In the twilight clouds.
Rumor has it, it's done that

Sort of thing before.
Robert Johnson, on Bluetooth,
Sounds about the same as when
I first heard him on cassette

Thirty some years ago and
Fifty years after his death.
Is there any damn

Memory isn't haunting,
However insubstantial?
The crickets are relentless,
Non-negotiable.