Buk

I played

The piano

Once

In a Havana bar,

Not knowing

How to play

Or that it

Even

Was a piano,

But you

Take what

You find

And then

Learn

How to see.

(Photo and poem by me)


Looking for a new read? Take the car out for a moonlit drive πŸŒ™ , roll the windows down πŸš— , crank up the jukebox oldies 🎡 , and check out my debut poetry collection Strange Cars in the Night on Amazon today.

Also, be sure to find me on Instagram @ blankpagesofmine and say hello!

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