Piano chord
struck the heart strings,
so hard. Plucked them one by one
then all at once. They
struck me down
with each finger, each note.
Your metal heart
never knew the taste of rust -
or the shape of dents
and fine edges (one day
you will know I know)
and my mind,
keeps going to the river
for days, sinks to the sands
to stay. It dreams deep
of water flowing
blue, clearer than day
and we can see
reflections wavering in
these moving mirrors.
(3rd July 2014)
