An Orange Guitar


When they were little, and I played the music loud
They would dance and dance
And the one would play an orange plastic guitar
With the couch as his stage
And his brother and I
Would dance until we were nothing but lumps on the floor

When they were little, and I played the music loud
The van would shudder
As we made our way from one town and another
Hockey games and track meets
Pulling us to wherever we found purpose
And I remember now we always won

Now I say to them
Remember when you were little?
Remember the music we played so loud?
And I think that probably
I ask them way too often
But see I miss it terribly, that plastic orange guitar

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