NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 11

Plateau

Feel the twang
Of the guitar calling
You home on its hand
Holy ghosts’ plateau
Crumbling on fruit
When the twang picks up
Moving on the breeze
Hear for counties wide
Calling all to know
Home on the plateau
Waiting to bake in sun
Scanning around twangs
Pull the plateau beneath
Holy ghosts gathering
Feel the twang
Of the guitar disintegrate
On its hand smacking
The plateau to crumb

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