the piano i am
dusting has wrinkles
from the sun.
my hands ache
not to dust
with my cloth,
but with my fingers
to cartwheel across
the keys.
how i wish to
play like Liberace,
classical
with all the
boring parts left out.
how he traveled
far from wisconsin
and discovered
the earth.
Author notes
peace to all ~flight
A contest entry
- Fish & Nietzsche [Invite Only] by girl shaman.
1550 points, ended December 30, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
honesty
Comments
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WOWZA!
your best. ever.

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well thanks ash!!
any suggestions for a title?
peace to all ~flight -
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i dunno right now, but if i come up with something i'll holla!
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