Secret Ingredients
Music
fingers cracked with age
settle on the well worn keys
of her piano
–
milky eyes-
memories of youth
and music
Abuse
covers pulled up high-
living in constant fear of
the click of the latch
–
black and blue sky-
waiting for the
impending storm
Lost
a dark bus depot-
waiting by the only light
for hope to arrive
–
dark wanderings-
only the moon
lights my path
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