A friend of mine talked of downsizing last evening, but was hesitant over the amount of space about to be lost. Most importantly, her beloved piano might have to be forfeited. I had a piano once . . .
The Weight of a Piano
follows me even as my fingers forget
the runs and cadences of the composers.
Slipping away on a rope and pulley
from a jerry-rigged marriage, the music
swung outside the window of my life,
my ex and his lawyer maneuvering.
Landing neatly on the pavement,
it barricaded one road completely,
flash-freezing
into a symbol of my former self.
Eighth notes and trills skipping away
like a harmony unwoven.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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