baby grand blues

there’s a little cabin
on the morgan bay
with a time-worn baby grand.
i once touched the keys,
unworthy of the honor.

the piano
was beyond
my understanding.
as were the tides
and their sliding schedule.
i felt them slip beneath my fingers
towards the sweet releaseĀ of knowing.

i cried but the tides
could not return a time
when you belonged to me.

i cried but the tides
could not inure me
to the present.

the tides replied:
learn to love yourself
or at least to play the piano.

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