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dusting off the cobwebs

playing the piano for no good reason
nobody around & the light just right

it’s not quite like riding a bike
the fingers & the brain
without any practice
it’s much too easy to lose one’s way

no decisions are needed at this time
no buys or sells
no excuses necessary for
sleeping in or extending happy hour
no tit for tat
or exchanging this for that

retreating from the spinet
there’s a slight sadness in the air
a silver & red harmonica
appearing out of the shadows
showing off her dusty wings





september two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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