Sunday, September 9, 2012

At The Piano (Humor and Poetry)

The fast pitch:
the eye hears,
The ear catches what's heard,
The mind is an instrument.
Composing everything into the letter grade A,
It's touching to know
how everyone survives the hardships,
Looking at the brightest Northern star,
She becomes a star,
a flare tailgating
among the crowded sky.