Does she still read me?/
Years of silence don’t mean that/
I’ll forget my Muse.
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Giant red cedars./
Moss. Ferns. Rain. Gray skies. Traffic.
I don’t miss a thing.
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With full moon shine on/
mossed canyon walls, all we spoke/
of was you sisters.
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Finding direction’s/
easy. See what side of your/
tree the Moss is on.
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A friend’s brother, who was a guitar and banjo maestro, recently passed away. He befriended the homeless, bringing them home for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
This holiday season, I saw a homeless man standing on the corner, in the rain, with a guitar case next to him. I thought of my friend’s brother, rolled down the window, gave the minstrel some money, and said “There should always be music!” Then I wrote this.
She won’t even know/
I gave money to homeless/
guys with wet guitars.
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Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet