Untitled By: Fanoula Sevastos

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By:
Fanoula Sevastos

His fingers move
  with the precision
    of a compass,
      navigate his way
        through the room
          the dull corner
            of the old bookshelf
              turning left
                the smoothness of black leather
                  walking forward
                    the softness of the chair's lap
                      two steps futher
                        sitting down.

We spend the day
  talking. He tells tales
    of whispering children
      of grey shadows
        against white walls
          of how his mother wept
            for 20 years.

And then, he stands
  hard edge of wooden desk
    turning right
      tall stack of newspapers
        five steps forward
          his arm reaches
            for the worn guitar
              resting in the corner
                his body eases
                  his face softens
                    at the sound
                      of the first chord

Three songs later
I can finally see.

BIO: Fanoula Sevastos

Fanoula Sevastos is a writer by night and a public relations specialist by day. Her work has appeared in various journals, which include Compass Rose Review, Conspire, Disclosures, and Slumgullio, as well as Sunshine Street Sketches. Ms. Sevastos' writing will appear in the Song & Story Section of Moondance in the Summer Isssue. Fanoula resides in Cleveland, Ohio.

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