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on the train you

folded your mint jumper to
napkin one shoulder so
i could couch there

my head-violin:
hand slack-hung to
steady my neck – finger

in lazy strum at my ear
as though wheels
were an aria

child-made &
slumber the rails
whose diva almost

sang for me

Mario Petrucci

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