The Guitar
M. Lemos

I picked up the guitar
after liftingonions and bells

I tried all winter
to pick up the guitar
but my arms were busy
with greys and ice
and roots in grays

ringing the lazy farmer
ringing
a guitar.

I tried all winter
to pick up the guitar
but the guns were shot
aftergrays and ice

so I used weights

what do you want from me
a rose from two seas
a man hard as a breeze

I could lift you into the stars

The old lift
climbs into
night

my guns were

but the guns were shot

easy with greys and ice
ice and grays the guitar doubles

bookshelf, guitar case.

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