Just Playing
There is something about watching
those guys play guitar, when they
get real comfortable, when they
settle in and maybe bow their heads
and close their eyes and smile, no
strap or pick, no furrowed brows,
just leaning into what they're playing,
and their hands just glide between
the chords- G, E minor, C, and D-
like they're swept into a stream, like
there isn't anything they need to think,
just chasing each other around some
playground like kids and losing all
track of time as if the sun isn't going
down, as if the streetlights won't
come on, as if it might never be time
to go inside and wash up for dinner.
Just playing, just playing, and just
staying there as long as they can.
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