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Instrumental

Instrumental

for Caleb

By D.S. Martin

Photo Courtesy pixabay.com

Photo Courtesy pixabay.com

Like a marionette that doesn’t dance
until the puppeteer’s fingers
tightly tug her strings

hanging along the wall   strewn about the room
stringed instruments wait   to be retuned
to precision

like birds   on a five telephone-line staff
that perch in silent anticipation
of something to sing about

your mandolin   guitars   & such things
wait   since fingers   such as mine
have not earned their trust

like patient fishing lines   stretched straight
from rod to hook   until the slow tail-swish
brings the magnificent fish along

they wait for your attention   my son
the touch of the one   who loves them
into song