In my dream, Celebrity, four pianos
scored the room, and you — on an antique sofa
near two dark-haired innocents — asked that I play
something immortal.
Dust motes grayed the air, and a sage-green shadow
draped the walls in color like sifted powder.
I agreed, but wandered, untold, too many
keys to consider.
(Jennifer Reeser)
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