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The Old Guitarist

    The old guitarist plays slowly He trusts the song itself to speak And the steel and wood of his instrument To carry the message As they have for the thousands Who played before

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morning poem, january 15, 2016

In hand The neck of the guitar felt right This thick, this wide, this long Every inch, every atom Recorded in the deepest lines of his brain This one unchanging thing Squeezed, gripped, worked over, caressed For forty years Almost … Continue reading

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Afternoon Poem, November 15, 2014

It was 1962, I was ten years old Somebody in my house had to go to the doctor or something And I was in my aunt’s house On the other side of town Never been there after dark before Never … Continue reading

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