1/23/2006

Porch Piano

Unboarded for summer
June bugs thumb heavily
Against rusted screens at night

Cigar clamped in his unshaved smile
Cocktail nearby
Eyes the color of sea foam

His right hand pets a melody
While the left strides
Between chord comp and bass line

From a never-tuned piano
Whispering, Stardust, and Blue Hawaii
Drift nightward like spirits
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Scott said...

This poem is about my grandfather, Harold Elijah Macholdt. He was a complex human, by all accounts. He was not a good husband (at least, not on the first try); he got mixed reviews as a father; but I thought he was a pretty good grandfather. I knew that he loved me, and I believe he knew that I loved him.

1/24/2006 10:18 AM

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