Monday, April 22, 2013

If Only Angels Were Held Accountable

The accordion says hello,
And then, I'm so sorry, and then
Goodbye. Pianos say nothing

Because no one asks anything
Of any piano-forte,
And very little of guitars,

Next to nothing of violins,
Cellos, clarinets, or flutes,
And not enough of saxophones.

The accordion asks questions
Of its own, and of its own kind,
The kinds of questions poems should ask.

Bagpipes, banjos, ukuleles,
Forever ask for forgiveness.
The harp, that sinful thing, escapes.

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