Wednesday, April 20, 2011

An Endless, Awkward Dance

The sticky keys
of this old piano
stutter and lisp
from B major
down to G,

flitter around in
some minor mood,
a flash, a moment of
light at the end
of some dark hallway,

and then the damper
knocks against
the casing like
a body hitting the
hardwood floor

head first, and
for another night
the scales put a finger
to their lips
and whisper, "No."

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