i found a photo i took of a pianist with her arm casually draped across the piano frame.
the arm
i couldn’t get it out of my head.
i imagined it as stone,
as the arm of a ghost reaching out from the vanished past
and the pianist, oblivious to future pain
and to future destruction caused,
remained smiling and at ease.
the relaxed harbinger’s cold arm
i can’t get it out of my head.