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Jan 2018
heard her in the foyer,
playing while she waited.
heard her on stage,
where we were staging,
red.

that is a posh piano
all shine, and polish.

there is another downstairs
in the music room, we don’t
know if it is tuned.

so she  plays with us
now, the resident artists
who live elsewhere.

who like the moon.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
68
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