weekend away

flying high
beneath the
baby grand

we sardined

a half dozen of
us or so

socked feet
and pjs

mary grace up on
the keys
genevieve singing
her harmonies

and whose idea
was it anyway
to reach up
touch the underbelly
of sound itself

you’d have to be
some kinda hussy
some saucy
so and so

to know the
best seat
in the house
the exact
right spot
to go fall in love
with this
wild world

and didn’t i tell you?

i did didn’t i