Chestnut Tree

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.

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