we poured blues
in shades of black –
thunder raining down
broken chords
ancient words
married to my soul
famously
a rebel
could sit the night with red
held against a dreamer
lines to fit
just so

a poet slept
and there i fell
lost within the rhyme
made of then
much better –
than ever I could say
strings stretched tight
across my bow
breath beneath the pine
as fingers found
a memory
to play

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