Shelley Hornsby Poems

Father burned the piano last night.
Ordered it out of the house under
The strain of a regiment of men.
Strong arms lifted the iron stung boards
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I'm done with
Sitting here late into the night
Shivering, trembling from
A night of three thousand words
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I'd love to tell you that
your words run deeply
Into my veins like blood.
Coursing, a river young in
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Thoughts, images, decisions
Planned, steps to take under
A blackened light,
Deep deep into the middle of night.
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