Wednesday, May 10, 2017


Buddie: a grandmother package
Hands dancing on the piano keys; 
A tiny electric shock each time her fingers met the ivory
With little smile dancing a duet across her lips.
All the dreams that never came true...
Sandy hair and distant-looking eyes 
With sight only pinhole-sharp;
Magnificent Scottish bust encased in heathery tones,
The scent of discreet soap,
All balanced on teensy Caledonian feet 
Tied up tight with beige laces.

No comments: