The moon’s gaunt and narrow.…………..They say our corridor through life’s…………..measured by the moon.…………..Slim as a tunnel, I tuck my legs under my knees. Pat scratches licks on the rosewood,…………..strumming them in fragments of silk and nylon.…………..Three-Part Rasguedo, Golpe,…………..Rumbagitana.…………..He plays. Fire-starting calluses, fireboard,…………..spun Mullein, none of these items…………..are amazed by their use. In the...
