A Crystallized Carol
Always
Before the holidays
My music teacher
Played the piano
The song
From the music man
Just a few moments
Of freefall
Before the snowflake
Hits the ground
His eyes are closed
Wrinkled fingers brush keys
My eyes are closed
I will catch the rhythm
On my tongue
Savor it.
It will last forever.
But the tune
Is gone in an instant
We are left
With melted water on our tongues
But every time
I hear that song
I taste it again.
My teacher.
The music man.
This poem is about:
My community
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