stroking the strings of the guitar
on the street sweltering sweat
waltzing madly in the humidity
no one slowing to sing along
or desiring to join the party
I limp off my self imposed stage
with no sense of accomplishment
except perhaps a permanent warp
in the neck of the once young guitar
from Parting/Departing (2015)
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I like this line: waltzing madly in the humidity Beautiful poem.