summer breeze,
open window

curtain stumbles in, 
spills back out

delays Chopin
dallying about 
the ivories

drifts into the garden sweet, 
pirouettes among the flowers

before letting loose
on unsuspecting passerby tho’

strategically sent to serenade 
only the ear 
of the one who’d caught my mother’s eye.

© by Jana Kalina.
Used here with the author’s permission.