Carolyn D. Wright
Carolyn D. Wright Poems
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A girl on the stairs listens to her father
Beat up her mother.
She comes down in her nightgown.
The piano stands there in the dark
Like a boy with an orchid.
She plays what she can
Then she turns the lamp on.
Her mother's music is spread out
On the floor like brochures.
She hears her father
Running through the leaves.
The last black key
She presses stays down, makes no sound
Someone putting their tongue where their tooth had been.
The visitor woke early as visitors are often
curious as to what will happen next
in the house of the host a white cat stalks
the low rock wall the room is just so
the visitor has slept as if inside a flower