Cassandra Nykyforak

The cracked upright by the front door
can still hammer out those puffs of elegance
she’s been chasing since the age of seven,
back when her mother boiled dandelion root
to ward off the flu.

Before the old piano was rescued from the curb
and tuned by an always helpful neighbour
she was a problem child,
mouth full of batteries,
always turning the puppies loose.

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