the
sidewalks on east ohio street sang harmony
unconsciously
for
every i wanna hold your hand
that
jumped out of the sky
suddenly
rolling
thru the radio
right
up to the pawn shop
and
a fifteen dollar guitar
hanging
in the window
trying
to find your way thru the chords
your
fingers learning to callous before bleeding
growing
your nails before they're chewed down
on
clanging streetcars
belching
stacks
a
black horizon
---
e b bortz
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