Wednesday, January 7, 2015


Every week for years
I felt this way... or that way.

On one cold January melancholy day,
Under threatening skies, I wore my balaclava.

And in the distance, I imagined or imagined not
That I heard Chopin's Nocturne Op. 55 No. 1.

© 2015 Marjorie Levine

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