Melodies Stolen From the Wind

Chords rise like smoke,
balance on top of each other,
unstable skeletons
from an unstable skeleton.

An impromptu serenade,
out of place on a street where all must be paid for.

As the rain slips between each note,
settling like damp,
weary nerve endings
continue to pluck strings.

There is a guitar case with a gaping mouth,
grinning still.

They do not smile back.

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