March 2005 / Volume VI / Issue II
D.B. Cox
twelve bars

six strings
tied to midnight
bent notes hanging
to eighth-note stems

like wind-blown
blackbirds
clinging
to a telephone wireľ

twelve bars
to get past knowing
where your
fingers will fall

twelve bars
to find
the missing notes
between fixed metal frets

twelve bars
to wind
your fingers
around a feeling

twelve bars
to take these chords
to the crossroads
where blues

meets the bone
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