I thought I knew my vinyl. Back to front and inside out.
Then I saw what records look like beneath a microscope.
All smoothness gone. Brittle
Charcoal valleys. Scratched.
Culverts- as if scoured by flash flooding.
All arid in their dustiness.
I was lost for words, until another said, in reverential tones:
“They look like Mountains”.
And they were right.
Copyright Tom Tide 2017