Jean's Piano
Everything
but the girl
And Ben
Watt's words
Make me
think of Jean's piano
Sitting
in a hallway
To the
finished porch
A
receptacle for clutter
Dad says
she could play
Piano by
ear
I heard
she would
Knit
things for the neighbors
At the
funeral with hundreds
She
drove on a school bus
I don't
know where
Jean's
piano is now
We
packed the house
And I
took a flashlight
A bell
from the hotel
Where
they honeymooned
Music
seems to run in families
Like
love or the lack of it
Who
plays Jean's piano now?
And who
loves her children?
When she
is in the ground
Forsaking
all others