Acoustic Appeal

Something had gotten into her:

fall air, maybe. Her legs accepted

bright sunshine–winter in its wake–

her smile wouldn’t be banished.

 

What have I done?

She thought, knowing power

of simple smile when heart, soul

attached were sincere, happy.

 

Enthroned he, on black truck speckless,

skinny legs like pretzels wrapped under guitar.

Music emitted for her to bathe in,

surf cresting eardrums’ sandy shore.

 

She chastised herself for wave goodbye to

he in musical paralysis, hands faithful to

guitar strings. Powerless but in smile, folded

up edges of brown beard, eyes dancing.

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