Steel Strings
On the Gibson guitar
Singing songs
Of places
Where I thought
I once belonged
Silver strings
And golden wings
Choral birds
That chirp and sing
Ruby tables
Under maple leaf
Boughs
The child inside me
Scrapes the
Butter from the
Bottom of the
Popcorn bowl
Charms and fables
Turn the tables
While
Cable networks
Patrol the midnight sky
In search of
An awakened
Pair of eyes

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