Piano

Wed, 01/11/2017 - 09:48 -- Hushai

The keys delay a half an inch

And some are sharing notes.

Knees contort beneath the bench;

The missing juncture gloats.

 

The paint below the painting chips,

An older shade revealed:

Rolling back in lacquered strips

With which the wood was sealed.

This poem is about: 
My family

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