Sonnet 32

Monday, January 15, 2018

From this floor I think of songs to play

on the shiny lotto piano I won.

I string them out, finish them off, and

there, I’m done.

From this floor I think of songs to play

on the shiny lotto piano I won.

I make a tune in minor C (but ever so sweet)

so there, I’m done.

I play songs—

I bought a piano . . .

I mean I won it—

I mean I bought it with what I won . . .

from this floor I’ll try to try to play

with everything good, with everything gone.

Monday, January 15, 2018