at light sleeping

at light sleeping

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at light sleeping

I’m running on empty my fallen angel

but now I can see lights on

and a tv on in the house

she was a talented pianist

I only heard her practise twice in 3 years

but next door a piano has not been tunes for thirty years

little hymns played

and bass line vague scordatura

probably hunting for the shock of the gate closing

and rusty sound squeaks every morning at the hour

early it used to seem but not now

awake aware

at light sleeping

169

Virginia Aurora Scott 2106

12 poems 13 lines

Author: Vv

Composer/ Pianist/ Writer www.virginiaaurorascott.co.uk

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