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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