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Going to come back

Maybe you only pretend
to go, get out at the terminal,
find a quiet corner, practice

your leaving, the guitar,
until even the nylon strings
cut like a jigsaw. A puzzle,

you liking to go
but always finding a place,

any place, to stay.

Going to come back

Maybe you only pretend
to go, get out at the terminal,
find a quiet corner, practice

your leaving, the guitar,
until even the nylon strings
cut like a jigsaw. A puzzle,

you liking to go
but always finding a place,

any place, to stay.

Steven Brady, 62

Seattle / Spokane

 
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