PIANO / Poem by Pavol Janik

Poem by Pavol Janik
 
 
PIANO
 
The moment we each have our own key
To the same flat
I’ll shift a piece of the garden
To the second floor.
 
Sometimes I’ll come personally.
Clean
And carefully shaved
To listen to home concerts.
 
I’ll come for sure
Clumsily like a piano,
And always well-tempered.
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