the friday window

the friday window



the friday window

I can’t read the time where I am sitting

and the clock on the church spire

outside the friday piano window

must have the sun in my eyes

through window to the back of me

this move

why shift time when I only wanted to write

move hands move over the keys

bleat bell and lindy learning fast over the hammering key stop

hammering in her head

her soft head

page glow dark shark of a shadow

never really mastered the art of looking behind the screen

no 8 

Virginia Aurora Scott 2016


12 poems 13 lines

Author: Vv

Composer/ Pianist/ Writer

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