Poem – “A Chords”
A Chords
she plays me like the great piano,
the one pops had given us
before he died.
the one pops had given us
before he died.
she plays the chords
sorrow and despair
in the D-major keys.
while in the ice field
pruning blossoms
hanging on the roof,
I start to realize
I’m halfway there.
Copyright ©2009 Thomas Snyder
