Saturday, February 18, 2006

18/365 Barry

Years after deer-spotting campers may or may not have seen two counselors taking a nighttime skinny-dip, we meet, mostly intact, you minus two fingers lost to a saw. You’d restrung the guitar, tried fingering the frets right-handed, given up. Even I felt that loss.

2 Comments:

Blogger - Christine said...

Now I do to. Very vivid.

February 18, 2006 7:53 AM  
Blogger ntexas99 said...

this was soft and sad, and lovely.

February 22, 2006 4:57 PM  

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