My Ibenez
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From my book East of Nowhere
Copper wound steel strings
shadow the fret board
blurring their own clarity
when plucked
machine heads command
a resonating silence
between the nut and the bridge
the muted space of aged spruce
echoes ageless stories
of the sound hole secrets.
Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2013
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