Piano Lesson
While my sister performs
we play, Amy and I.
The other room fills
with sharps and flats.
Quietly we laugh and
hope for an extra five.
I can here her talent,
envy and regret.
I do not need my session.
Stale popcorn and dolls
scattered on the green floor.
Eyes on the clock;
the hour has gone by.
The music stops.
Our time does too.
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