Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Yamaha

I was 14
37 years ago
cardboard box of anticipated potential
orange/brown classic shape
centuries old
nylon strings strung
over round opening
allowing vibrations
to sing across room

scratches and blemishes tell the stories of companionship
as it lived with me wherever I went
Gretna Winnipeg Landmark
places in between

cradling my lap
it sings the songs I learned
bird on the wire john henry suzanne wildwood flower
and the songs I made

and now mostly it hides in soft fuzzy cocoon
unless son or daughter take it out to teach it new
songs to sing

no matter
it’s always ready

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