… how wonderful it is

… that someone thought to put a pavilion there 

… so that someone could put an old out-of-tune upright piano under it … 

… so someone could visit with a couple friends and play ragtime from sheet music on it … 

… so an out-of-breath father savoring a Sunday morning with his son could stroll by

… listening, enchanted, like he does to the crickets sometimes

… noticing the dutiful left hand striding while the right has all the fun

… tumbling him back 50 years to sitting little on the bench next to his big sister while she practiced Joplin

… remembering to keep his phone in his pocket

… so he’d have his hands free to applaud

… and say thank you for a gift he was incapable of wishing for in a million imaginings

… an old-timey song coaxed from an old-timey, perfectly out-of-tune, impractically placed upright piano

… just waiting for someone to walk by and remember