the D flat poems|
after all these years the key of D flat found me in those black keys how life throws curves endless improv chords of my many lives in one the impossibility and your eyes the rush and quiet of mountain streams
where did you come from saying my hands are so strong as you reach and take them in to yours I gently pull them away what do you feel you ask but I can't tell you can't go past this line your eyes so direct we meet there your hands reach again you don't want to let go but must I suppose I know you will disappear piano in the evening silver light through the blinds I discover the key of D flat tears of time in my fingers you'll never hear
© July 1998 Leslye Layne Russell
These poems were published in the August 1999
issue of Blue Moon Quarterly.