sometimesihatemycat

Some days
When I’m sitting still
A poem makes itself
Inside my mind
Composing
Those days
The meter forms itself
While fingers tap
On ghostly keys
They’re playing

-a.r.

Ghost piano, photographer unknown

~ by April on May 3, 2014.

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