New York City 1967

Tuning her guitar 

With intensity

Her face covered

By her hair

Strumming slowly

In full splendour

As if no one 

Was really there

Then she looked up

And smiled a shy smile

Thanking those who listened

With such patience

To her noodling

Inspired to 

Get it right

Angelic beauty

Rocked our world

Intensity 

Personified

Singing songs

With heartfelt depth

Rapture ensued

Until clapping

Was an afterthought

A moment

That was so

Undefined 

And defied

Expectations 

Letting the songs

Be

Just who she is

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by Bill Ferguson

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