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By John Bennett Submitted by Misti Date: 2002 Jul 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.02.15.00.11107]] |
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She thought I was the Music Man she'd always searched for she thought because I played the harp & picked out songs on a guitar that I found music everywhere she thought to have an ear meant magic in the absolute that I could ring a note from wooden fences dying soldiers Mongoloids & legless beggars she didn't understand when she handed me the plastic banjo that I couldn't tune it that I couldn't play the song she longed to hear. I had the wrong impression is all she had to say, the color gone from her face taking the thing away again sitting cross-legged on the floor her fingers strumming aimlessly her face gone tense in expectation, waiting for the song she knew she'd recognize. |