Friday, September 16, 2016

Player Piano

I heard a player piano in the mists
that played the rose red notes of Liszt
and preludes, etudes, polonaises

firefly rich and laden with the sunkist
children backyard bright and
under the trees of night

plucking the harps of star, starlight...
peppermints and pure delight;
how apricot lightened seemed it then

to dream and plunk the notes from the winds,
the ghostly streams, the eddying of
the lemon leaves falling fast and

flying free: I heard these all
but who is it
hears me

mary angela douglas 16 september 2016