Come Sunday

Come Sunday

With the rains set in

The art not painted

The stone still rock

The notes sleeping in

A guitar somewhere,

The words keep rolling

The thoughts still dancing

Under the moon

With you out there.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book”

8:51 PM March 29, 2014

2 responses to “Come Sunday

  1. Is this poem about anticipation or separation or both? Held back to the last line it keeps its tautness like a guitar string. I wonder though if the removal of “the” in most lines might even improve it.

    Cheers, Laurie Keim

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