Banjo (Come Awry)
played out
at times
in time
at intervals
in time with
strum, pluck, pick
the parts of me
you want to keep
and construct a melody
from the amalgam
i only want to dance
slowly across
dust, wood, rug
pulled out from
under my feet
when the best steps
were yet to come
awry,
crooked crows
watch from
fields beyond fences,
cities beyond buildings
skies beyond horizons
hung with notes
of less than perfect pitch
upon a struggle of strings
i am hanging from
still singing along,
to songs we shared,
alone
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