for most purposes it is dead
an old piano
child size
lays in the garbage heap
its body broken
its innards hanging out
on the frame
like the ribs of a skeleton broken into pieces
its ivory keys are separated and cover the ground
its poor, in bad condition and cheap
to many not worth repairing
for most purposes it is dead
only to be remembered by few who knew and loved
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2024
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