An Acre of Songs

From Pleasure of that chair

As of recent, unswerved veneration has set in stone

Ashed pants, won’t never care

Man’s hands play through rag and bone

Less timorous now, alluringly grown

Day after day, songs you share

This man’s rhythm won’t leave me alone

 

-e.b.

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