daily poetry
committed to creating and posting one poem per day.
June 19, 2010
#464 moveable chords
fingers slide up the neck
my ears love the sound
though they shouldn't
fingers slide back down for another chord
a soft screech
somehow acoustically pleasant
as real as the worn wood spaces
beneath the third and fifth frets
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