Cobwebs
in the sound hole
Dust and rust
on the strings

Notebooks
that have never
been written in

Pencils that have
never been sharpened

Capless
ink pens,
long idle,
now dry

I do like this new typewriter
that came with the computer

It never runs out of ink.

I, however, did run out
of things to say and sing

but...

...I think...

...Pepe Lopez
has some wonderful tales
hidden 'neath his sombrero

Perhaps...
...if I lay my head
upon his shoulder...
...he will whisper them to me

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