Thursday, 23 June 2022

#900 - in a guitar






24.vi.22

900

3.174

in a guitar


time to come

and other instruments before 


muezzin, Alhambra

shook out for dust 

a flourish, inscription 


these notes 

as never before 


where must live lightly 

carry less 

because the freight to jump 

here, hand me up


lost days 

loves found 

strung to my back 

dings here there


discoveries 

kind of a public veranda 

so many voices lost in the hole 


I carry that conch to all ears


it was where a ballad you see 

sweat from brow various 


little illustrations of sunshine 

of course I mean a certain kind 


clouds come forth 

so many swim 

there have been drownings 


and up the board to octave 

harmonics angle light 


a world grew from this 

wept as well 

for many now are gone 


it was one for that firing squad 

where we stood for the anthem last 


all sing 


and now to a tune 

guessed steadfast


sleep as a forest does 






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