Let the piano chords

Drip like melted crayon

Through the floor boards



and Yellow

The player painting with ivory brushes

Orange arriving on your cheek

Settle down

Let the molecules

Of a million bits of air 

Reach the edges of your lungs

And drip into your bloodstream

Gather the scattered

The restlessness

And the stirrings

Wash them from beneath your fingernails

Because we have all dug in too much

Let’s not allow the wind to brush our ears

Only to miss its entreaty

‘Follow me’


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