My sister and I toyed with this PortaSound PSS-460 as kids.
The kids now dance to the drum kit (max volume!)
In between, it sat in our empty house;
While we stayed with parents when he was born.
A squatter took over one Thanksgiving —
A young blond woman with a ponytail.
She quietly left with her black backpack.
I found the keyboard on a dresser, plugged in.
I occasionally wonder about her,
Plinking tunes on this toy Yamaha over a cold, dark holiday.
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This memory of everyday magic was sparked by a beautiful poem and rendition by Nadia Gerassimenko.