They Practice
The pianist and the violinist practice,
and I get out a pen and practice, too,
because
I'm just having coffee and why not
get in a few words of practice;
the warm sun on my back,
the music on my ear,
the world still
this moment.
- Ralph Murre
3 comments:
What a lovely picture this poem brings to mind.
such a fine poem! i like it very much.
Thank you both - funny how sometimes good things can happen when we least expect them.
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