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The Piano | A Poem by Judy Moskowitz

Notes tugging my strings
Tuned prepped and polished
To be played
In a “kind of blue” way
A shout out
The cry of release
Cleansing for truth
So I can feel the tickle
Connecting me back to you
Wrapped in deep Mahogany
Once you get into my core
The cavity
Of missing persons
Will you be playing me
Or am i playing you
Like cheap wine

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