The Songs
I spent one summer
at the piano,
in the dark -
only a single slant of light could ever get in
through that low window,
leaning yellow dust motes.
at the piano,
in the dark -
only a single slant of light could ever get in
through that low window,
leaning yellow dust motes.
I watered the keys, dripping my sad heart
through my fingers
and grew plants from the shadow lines -
a black and white garden;
minor enchantments
in a basement room.
And then I fainted.
I am the leaves
That first need the sun -
Feet in the soil,
Face to the sky
To entwine the songs
Of daisies and thorns.
C. LJ Ireton 2024
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