New Poems: workings and beginnings., POETRY

Guitar

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

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