don't know what to say
or how to say it right
in the middle of another summer day
lone guitar heard
through the backyard trees
carried as the wind picks up
and brings it louder
to the untrained ear
it sounds out of tune
in here for an eye full
of words poor conveyors
of these thoughts
trapped otherwise
never fully realized
how important it is
to move the pen daily
meditations to better the self
blinded in the afternoon
sun rise this morning
was picture worthy
snap shot to begin
the day is right here...
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