Microscope left on the piano
no one plays
tonight. Parades in the cold
silence this close study
of notes. Lids down,
I can hear
the blizzards that hum
without strings.
Microscope left on the piano
no one plays
tonight. Parades in the cold
silence this close study
of notes. Lids down,
I can hear
the blizzards that hum
without strings.
I love this. So evocative, moody, emotional in so few words. And quite appropriate for today.
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Thanks Joan. I was certainly in anticipatory mode last night when I wrote this.
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