Atop a tall piano, flowers age,
yellow-edged petals slipping
silently onto the mirror-smooth
surface of the wood. A clock
ticks, smudging the passing
minutes with its musty sound.
Outside the window, birds, like
perfumed pears, perch roundly
in delicate trees barely misted
by spring’s first exhalation.
by spring’s first exhalation.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Alfons Karpiński (1875–1961), Yellow Flowers on the Piano, oil on canvas
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