January 23, 2012
dancing across the keyboard
a pair of dusty hands—
both magnified
by silver apples;
like vast oceans of turquoise,
the white keys somersault,
more apples sprout from the branches,
each apple with a little more understanding.
with each pirouette on the polished piano,
the old calluses vanish
back into the mist.

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