MayPoWriMo 19

Yesterday on the path 
through the woods
there was a lone guitarist
walking in our direction
playing to himself
or no one in particular
what became apparent
as we approached was
Wish You Were Here
a song by Pink Floyd
I might have learned
in a college dorm room
over twenty years ago
I made out the chords
as we passed the guitarist
he may have been missing
someone he lost
this long year plus
has been a succession
of not playing guitar
all alone in the woods
as others pass by
identifying the song
with their eyes ignoring
the music in front of them
as a courtesy to those
moving aside on the path
discovering there is
suddenly no room to move
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By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher