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daisy poems Poems

those who dance

those who dance

are always dancing, the push-pull game until everyone is tired

those who play chess

are thinking ahead, strategies, patterns

worked out in advance leading to checkmate, then it’s game over

those who play guitar, piano, double bass

are my honest lover, strong hands, warm, soft syncopated heart, reading notes

like they want to undress them, or making it up as they go along