it rides on the crest of a gentle wave
lapping the shore
again and again
strings ringing out
and if I close my eyes
and just listen
I can see the sea stretching
out to the horizon
while the incessant waltz
of the water on the sand fills my hot tired thirstiness
as the gentle hammering
on double strings of delight
stretched over unrounded box
shapes the song so that angular corners
are transformed into
the curved lines of life
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