Sapphics For Celebrity

 In my dream, Celebrity, four pianos
scored the room, and you -- on an antique sofa
near two dark-haired innocents -- asked that I play
something immortal.


Dust motes grayed the air, and a sage-green shadow
draped the walls in color like sifted powder.

I agreed, but wandered, untold, too many
keys to consider.

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