Being

17 May Being

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I wrote a song today
sat at a dusty old piano
carved out a tune on tired ivory.

Flimsy cobwebs broke
along unused wires
sent sleeping spiders scattering
as my fingers timidly struck each chord.

Weaving its way
into the world like a newborn
the song reached out
from the silent ether.

 

* “BEING” appears in THREE THOUSAND DOORS – Published by LAUGHING CACTUS PRESS. Additionally, a version of “BEING” appears in THIS PATH – Published by SILVER BOOMER BOOKS
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