Billy

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Strum that familiar tune for me,
pull me into that tidal wave of sound,
your strings touched so delicately, so artfully,
I have all this time and none of it to spare,
milling about in my unseemly thoughts,
all these curiosities and so few answers,
perhaps the way found is across the sea,
in the perfect openness of strangers I do not know,
in the grapevine ocean on the countryside,
or in the main square of that old and romantic locale,
I know it’s not here where I stay,
it may have never been here.

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