Jose Diaz Hernandez

Voice

A man in a Carlos Santana shirt looked for his voice beneath a pile of crisp autumn leaves. Nothing. He looked for his voice at an underground rooster fight. Nothing. The man in a Carlos Santana shirt picked up a bulldog puppy and looked for his voice inside of the dog’s mouth. Nothing. Finally, the man in a Carlos Santana shirt saw a used black guitar in a thrift store window. He purchased the guitar with his last few dollars. The man tuned the guitar and began to play a bolero. His voice was there, as it turns out, inside of the guitar soundhole. It had been there all along.

 
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