father
his hands pander
new poetic slander
as notes choke
themselves reluctantly.
stumbling
against the keys
of a frustrated
melody
his fingers sing.
rubbing
dust and ash
of burnt-word notebook
over closed-mouth
face.
"anticipation only means we wait,"
he says to no one and
goes back to sleep.
new poetic slander
as notes choke
themselves reluctantly.
stumbling
against the keys
of a frustrated
melody
his fingers sing.
rubbing
dust and ash
of burnt-word notebook
over closed-mouth
face.
"anticipation only means we wait,"
he says to no one and
goes back to sleep.
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