Published in / Opublikowane w: Moment Poetry
Date of publication / Data publikacji: April, 2021
The park by the music school was always filled with screeching of rookie violins and warbling flutes. You endured. Swishing leaves like music sheets from the library. Like Vivaldi. You swayed. We danced around as if jumping between black and white keys of a piano. You shivered. You pelted us with chestnuts. We turned them into stick people with no gift for music.