She plays piano in the room next door

[Poetry] August 2013

She plays piano in the room next door

Crestfallen.
Perhaps to survive another day, 
I sit.
Here,
between two minds,
beneath a rain-delay.
above days gone by.

What more will they ask of me?
Whose whispers of whimsy will wake me?
Promised dreams and unbound, fraying, and weathered loose ends.
Ahead of whatever lies nothing–
whatsoever.

Or, 
perhaps a blooming sunflower
whose explosive reach threatens its thinning stock.
Fragile head-bearer,
breaching whale from a sea of bile.
Sheepish son. 
Luster for a true underdog.

Satiated.
Suffice it to say perhaps a bit overzealous.
I arise.
Here,
between two minds,
beneath a rain-delay,
above days gone by.

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