Friday, April 18, 2025

Piano

Driving through the blue gray

sky, the piano is moving her

Soft hammers sounding out

the dark bells of loss.


The cool air of spring is on

my cheek. Molecules are 

whispering in my ears, swirling 

into my brain. Pushing 

through my helpless chest 

into living cells.


We are all the same substance 

full of a million holes.

Leaking out and taking in.

This tender world is saying

You are sad. Go easy, go easy




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