Lonesome Piano

Jenny McBride

House for sale “as is”
Classic bungalow, no updates.
Leaded glass in the fireplace cabinets
Better than any other this side of Chicago.

In the bathroom no toilet seat
Save the hospital chair type,
Oxygen tank in the bedroom closet.
Over the hearth a photograph,
A smiling old man holding a little girl.
Everywhere the clues left behind:
The lonesome piano
That softened and rolled to my touch
Gurgling music beyond what I’d asked.
The empty bird feeder.
In the basement dozens of jars
Curiously mounted to the ceiling
Where they held meticulously sorted screws,
Old Spice lingering in the air –
I went again to glimpse you there
Then reassured the piano
With a forward-sounding chord.

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