Ode: The Lonely Guitarra

The Lonely Guitarra
by Raymond Kim

Six lines of stream flowing out and out
onto the '8' shaped land, and onto the wide blue strand
Once the land is troubled with a stroke, the body lets out a shout
The harmonious sound disappears into the holy land

The lonely guitar cries with a sorrowful agony
As the stream of lines flow out into freedom of joy
The body of land echoes; only,
for the remembrance of the sorrow like the deaths of the Troy

The abandoned guitar cries, cries, and cries,
letting out its melancholy out into the skies