Fields of Poetry

I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed. Yes, really changed
In these past few days when I've seen myself
I seem like someone else . . .

Friday, January 9, 2009

Piano

After years of sheer neglect

I touch the keys of imperfect

and sullen notes that once vibrate

with love and woes I long, evade.
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