Dated blouse, sixtie's skirt
Saddle shoe on swell pedal
Dreamy woman plays on ivories
With distant look, while pictures
Of class mates hang near her
window.
Entranced in her own world
Songs of another era ripple
As her fingers creatively play
The familiar tunes of her heart.
The melodies never left her,
Nor the friend who never came back.
Yes, how many years, she thought
As she played those pearly keys.
Sniffling back tears, playing by ear
Those favorites sung as a teenager,
Her nail polish showing hues
Of popular shade she wore
At school years ago.
Her mind was far away,
Remembering, remembering.
His face, that face she ever loved.
The drape moved with her last
Line of the song,
"The answer is blowing in the wind"
Drowsily she put her head in her
Hands and rested her head on
The top of the baby grand piano
And drifted away to her dreamland
Of teen days long ago.
Honorable mention
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