One Perfect Chord

One Perfect Chord By JD Miller One perfect chord  Kept drifting in through the walls  Of our brand new apartment,  One piece of what my wife, With her feet up in my lap Tells me is a very famous song.  One perfect chord, And a bunch of other very good ones, They kept on marching in, From who knew where,  An invisible piano, an invisible pianist,  Faceless, nameless, genderless (Though I imagine a woman, her face  Barred by light from the mini blinds,  A practicing bird inside a bright cage,  Of 500 square feet) It was as if the morning … Read More