Uchida** Poem by Neil Young
Uchida**
The pale moon of her face,
Exaggerated cheek bones,
Portray her as the wise old owl.
Her gifted chalky fingers,
Adept in taming Chopin,
Humbly memorise his notes.
Awake, she seems to sleep;
Her countenance like Bagpuss,
The saggy cloth cat Emily loved.
Friday, March 11, 2016
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