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Random Poem:

Guitar in the Afternoon
rivervoice

Quinn sits beneath the skylight,
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His silhouette etched in gold,
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Every feature magnified in the rare, clear light.
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His long-fingered hands glow in the sun;
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Rich, smooth skin stretched over fine bones and tendons.  
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His head bends low over his guitar,
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As a man bows whispering over his love.  
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His hair hangs in a scarf of black silk
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eclipsing the right side of his face.
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The light gilds the child-to-man planes of
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Forehead and cheek on the left.
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A frown of concentration narrows his eyes.
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His left hand runs in a fine dance,
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While the right translates
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Inner poetry into equisite music.
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At last, he pauses,
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Raises his head,
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Straightens his spine.
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He pulls his hair over his shoulders,
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Lets it fall heavily to his waist.
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He looks into the sun.
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Jewels of dust swirl and glitter,
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But the gold he seeks is within.
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Again, he reaches for the song.
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His world is the guitar,
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The notes the weft and weave.
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Genius of hand and soul
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Meld in the pure notes.
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(excerpt from Prince of New Avon 2004)
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