Piano Practice


The summer hums. The afternoon fatigues;
She breathed her crisp white dress distractedly
And put into it that sharply etched etude
Her impatience for a reality

That could come: tomorrow, this evening,
That perhaps was there, was just kept hidden;
And at the window, tall and having everything,
She suddenly could feel the pampered park.

With that she broke off; gazed outside, locked
Her hands together; wished for a long book
And in a burst of anger shoved back
The jasmine scent. She found it sickened her.


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Piano Practice