well the thought has sprouted
a pecan seedling
roots beginning to sink deep
the thought spreads through the brain
neurons firing
everyday i think about her.
i can’t stop
the notes echo
about my fingers
I think about her body
as she rests upon my chest.
My fingers strumming her
making her sing.
a beautiful red hallow body old epi
i got at a pawn shop
for fifty buckets
i had to totally rebuild her
lost her years later to a pawn shop
Smyon-Pa 