Last night I had a dream
of a woman carrying
a dark mahogany frame
made for a piano.
She met a custodian
of Hispanic descent
and asked if he could help
the piano make music again.
He took a long thin strip of gold
carefully cutting slits for the keys
then played a melody
making the angels weep.
She thanked him
leaving the piano behind
then walked down
a dark hallway.
From out of the piano
emerged an old woman
who embraced him
then arm in arm
they walked toward the light
she humming the tune
then whispering
his name, “Hey Zues.”
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