Scarlet's Poetry Den "The Early Years"

Musicman (Listen to the poem in RealAudio G2)

...met a man who knew how to make his guitar talk, eyes so clear, wondered if he ever read newspapers...sang the night away...talked over coffee and doughnuts - words weren't important...

watched sun rise like a balloon let go..ball hazed in pink broke through steel clouds - transfigured rose - somehow when he lifted me to look in a green house, touched the flowers...spring...they should have been outside...

wandered through tunnels & halls murals dancing around our heads, his jew's harp buzz-echoing...tapped along with my clogs, added some catcalls...would have taken us away...

musicman - never knew where he came from and don't really care, let him be...

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