Poem in D minor (for guitar)
the guitar as focus
of time, a landscape
river valley of tumbled granite
under skies
cemented in rainflowfall
shouts of abandon
strings and things that break
down and battle-endings
at the creases and margins of us all
ring out for certainty
ring out for hope
ring out for every last morsel of the very last
and then
as the river
stops its strumming
past the fence
chime in contrast
and start to play
the opening and
the closing note
Score for solo guitarist at dusk; duration indeterminate.