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| From Visit to PA – Oct 2011 |
distortion
you said “give me that rock and roll sound”
(we were in the local music store’s guitar room)
I reached for the bank of pedals and looked around
then kicked on the distortion: with a massive boom
you strummed a chord that sounded like the Lost One
like you’d found a magical fingering in some ancient tomb
your eyes lit up and I knew you were my son
nothing’s as much fun as the stage
I watched, delighted, as your fingers did their run
the notes soaring skyward like hawks flying from a cage
beautiful and perfect and everything a dad could want
like the little boy who can’t be captured on this page
31 January 2013
Auburn, AL
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This poem uses the terza rima rhyme scheme.
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