Playing the guitar.

As my fingers caress
Tight wires stretched
Across shallow bridges
Above the wooden plains
I blaze melodic trails
While committing their unmarked locations
To my bewildered memory
Hoping I can find my way back to reality
And make my return another time
To further explore the musical wilderness
Hoping maybe
Just maybe
It won’t be so bewildering
Next time around

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