There's something about a guitar.

Results of the biannual CUWP reunion walk-and-write (where we do just that, walk around downtown Provo--or wherever--wait for inspiration, and write. Then we all go out to eat and talk for hours.):

There's something feminine
About a guitar--
The curves of her hips,
A ladder of copper vertebrae
Up her regal spine.

There's something lonely
About a guitar--
The hollow heart
Crying
One electric, bronze tear.

There's something nostalgic
About a guitar--
The smell of sawdust
Beneath her chest.
The ropey strings
Stretched like clotheslines
On a Nevada horizon.

There's something epic
About a guitar--
How the strums
Breathe a story's beginning,
Gallop a climax,
And sigh an end.