Piano
Playful as a puppy
pouncing, as a child I'd
pound upon black and white
planks, listening to the
pitch, noticing that my
Pa's voice sounded like the
placement of my left hand.
9-16-23
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2023
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