Lonely Orchestra

I am bones in the desert,

watermelon rind,

a cavern at dusk.

Fold me up and place me with the bare, empty things.

But then again, a violin is hollow, a guitar, a drum, so maybe I am just an instrument

waiting for a musician to learn

how to pluck my strings.

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