The spans between the cracks on the sidewalk shorten like frets up the neck of a guitar.
My cadence quickens until the innate becomes outnate.
This is so good. I love crisp, short poems and those with music as a theme.
why thank you!
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Ray Sharp, The Bard of Liminga