Friends' Weddingeve

I stumbled upon some poetry I'd written a while ago, and decided to share bits of it with you, incrementally.

This was written May 2008.  It should be read in a slow, contemplative, slightly melancholy tone.

Friends' Weddingeve.

It's an almost-rainy night in Douglass

And I sit outside, with my guitar

And wonder if I'll ever change.

Wind chimes jingle across the pond

And a bird sings, with my guitar

The same ischordant harmonies of yesterday.

Thunder rumbles far away

And beckons me inside, with my guitar

But my legs are petrified to this lonely seat.

I rest my chin on my guitar,

And close my eyes.