by J.R. Solonche
I sit at my desk under the window
reading the poems of Su Tung-p’o.
You play Schumann at the piano.
Emily runs up & down the hall.
Behind me I hear through the window
crickets chanting the poems of Su Tung-p’o.
Schumann plays duets at the piano.
Emily runs up & down the hall.
You sit at my desk under the window
humming the poems of Su Tung-p’o
accompanied by Schumann at the piano.
Emily runs up & down the hall.
Schumann flies in the window
on the back of a poem by Su Tung-p’o.
I hear you close the lid of the piano.
A cricket runs up & down the hall.
What is Emily doing at the window?
I tear out the poems of Su Tung-p’o,
wedge them into the strings of the piano.
You run up & down the hall.
You jump out of the window
onto the lawn where Su Tung-p’o
is writing a poem about a piano.
I run up & down the hall.