24 May 2009

gymnopédie no. 3

sunday rain.

the windowpanes are weeping from the sound of
ivory keys
ivory bones.

i understand the window's pain.

joy presses impatiently underneath my skin
eager to dance with
the smell of old hymnals.

splintered fingertips tap. tap. tap. tap. tap.

i remember to breathe.

the rain has stopped.

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