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Random Poem:

Guitar in the Afternoon

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

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