So many times have I wandered
And now
Sat here, I listen to the soft piano
The pianist adrift
A wake up of wistful, wispy steps
Out and on and through the meadow
Turn slowly, turn over the leaves of tattered paper
The scores of crumpled notes, taken dutifully
Out of the washing basket
Hung there, on the line, in the morning sunshine
With Offenbach
From Life is Beautiful
Knowing that elsewhere
Rivers flow in their own defiance of gravity
Up and down the undulating lawns
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