i drag a hard thumb
over your
strings,
blind plucking like
i crafted your hollow,
then threaded
each one..
for my
pleasure,
never devoted the
hours nor
ears
to commit your
melody to
heart,
rather, i bled for the
promise of magic
a true song
contains,
in that strained key
i’ve fingered for
too long to
know,
it’s no longer a love
song i strum,
but..
the ode to our
setting
sun.
Grumpy Gorman
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..a hard strum for my puny thumb.