Piano taps
On the bus bench
And everywhere wooden surface I go
When all I looked for was whimsy in the
World
And I choose to keep the Viola to
Wonderment
And my whimsy
Just went
Tap-tap-tap
No verbose energy and sawing
That deemed
A Family
Had given the voice of
Articulation
To the Grand
That came back around
The-Bend
And I chose to duel
With no hands.
-Only Sola.
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