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Keep your face to the sunshine
and shadows will fall behind you. -- Walt Whitman

Late Night Guitar by Tom Sheehan

Late Night Guitar by Tom Sheehan

I hear an odd wire vibrate

against a dark red wood.

It ripples along, hoarse,

talks a mountain to pieces.

All Iberia is elaborate

in string and lath;

peninsula of high heels,

ribbons dancing on the mane,

black hats horse-parading,

friar’s lantern honing swords.

A later moon of Pico de Aneto

dies in the dust of olive trees.

A forlorn SAC bomber, tailed,

falcons its way home silently.

When a bull is born

the earth shakes twice,

and an odd wire vibrates

against a darker red wood.

The Linnets Wings