The big yellow flowers on the piano
were taking up just the right amount of space.
taking up,
talking up…
I don't know which.
at first they went unnoticed,
a mother's day addition….
Maria.
Speaking with some un - ordinary clarity
And Chopin,
I was in a drat.
but the roses and the music knew something,
with colluded weight (some birds too)
I'm back.
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