A rippling acoustic guitar,
thick male voice over that
and a bass note underneath it all —
is that really there or is it just
an undertone coming forth
unbidden? Unexpected tone —
you can imagine the sound engineer
hearing it, liking it, nodding
and saying, “Let’s leave it in.”

Of course I know nothing
of these mechanics of engineering
a song; can barely handle a rhythm
anymore, what with the
accursed disturbance
of the muscles
in my fretting hand,
my left hand,
my strong hand;
but I can close my eyes and dream
of the possibilities there,
I can surely dream of them.

My guitar dreams
of them, certainly;
my hands twitch
under their influence;
my still-shut eyes
twitch as if they weren’t
going to weep.

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onward,
T