A WIDE RIVER

 

 

 

On the bank

of a wide river

where pause

collides with slow

a man and a guitar

finds rest

under dripping moss.

His broad

fingers find refuge

with the strings

like captured moths

circling feverishly

around a single

hanging bulb.

A calico cat

appearing dead

brushes its tail

without order

to the sound

of soft jazz.

The man

leans forward

mumbling words

to that cat,

smooth and gentle,

easy to wear.

from the soul

that sings.

 

 

 

 

 

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