Picking

A Poem by JR

Once I was aware of how unaware I was

now I’m surprised every time

I keep all my fingernails clipped short

except the one

which I use to pick the notes

of every song I’ve ever played

I listen as the chord decays

like my awareness, bright strum light

falls into ash gray

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i like this very much, please keep writing.

Thanks! I appreciate it.

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Added on January 5, 2020
Last Updated on January 5, 2020

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