The Sunday Poem: Guitar Strap

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Jul 012007
 

It was a gift from her, when my back tired.
Though some, sunbursts shouting, are velvet soft,
My gift is plain, considered, quiet. Blue.
I tie it round the headstock with a shoelace.
It’s worth what all gifts cost to get, except
When we fight—

Then it is all the difference in the world
Between sitting down and standing to face the song.

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