Safety
Though the 70's and 80's he sat
headphones and guitar
lost in the safety of music.
a toke or two could ease the pain
of the wrong woman
stuck
and the sweet guitar could work away
the regret and anguish of another day
disappointment waited
when he went to bed
a cold back
white pajamas
nothing said
so he sat in the sun, watching seasons past
after yardwork
after dark
after holiday parties
heartwound deepening
as his fingers made
exquisite music
keeping his soul alive
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