The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for March 2016
he walks by
the floor sways
the wine glasses
in the
credenza
start to play
he
stops
and reaches
in
to find
the
one
that's
not
alone
the
one
that sways
with the
floor
making
music
with
its
neighbors
he
touches
holds
they
are
discovered
he shuffles
the
players
into silence
he
walks
on
[the
floor
still
needs
attention]