Thursday, August 9, 2018

What Happened Here (Day 568)


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.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Alfons Karpiński (1875–1961), Yellow Flowers on the Piano, oil on canvas