All the little rivers

All the little rivers that reflected light
from bulbs above the street
were playing pianos inside
every one of your burst-open bodies

walking together without holding hands
on many different continents
on many different radiant sidewalks
never reaching for each other

as the pianos played on and on inside
their unexposed spines
all those radiant bodies
transparent as jellyfish

grey as the concrete where they walk
then abruptly shining
pounding the ivories
inside