Antidotes.
We met in a classroom.
She was older than me … Hell, she was older than my mother.
She was an accompanist
and before that, a concert pianist from Juliard
Even played Carnegie Hall at the age of eight
She never cared about her accomplishments.
Such a wild spirit!
And why that hand was perpetually raised that day was a mystery
She’d always blurt out of turn anyway.
Loud and boisterous, her shocking voice could jolt the dead.
Already wise, she was a
Geyser of enthusiasm to learn
She reached out to me, no…more like crashed into me,
demanding my number and insisting I come to her place for pasta.
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