The metronome atop my piano teacher’s shiny black grand — naturally I thought of it as having a life of its own.
September 6, 2021
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The Way You Look At Me
Your little craft, on a boundless sea; the sea, itself,
so small, as to be a leaf, or breath, between two stars,
suspended, by the motion, in between; the motion,
a song; the song, as vague as clear can be,
as clear is vague, and clean; the way,
you look at me, when I say,
what you think,
I mean.
Recently Banned Literature, October 27, 2014
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces, Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Diaries, Journals, Meaning, Memory, Metronomes, Mrs. Crawford, Music, Pianos
William Michaelian 