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The Barn, The Viola

Carly Sachs

how not unlike ourselves
this barn still standing
where day and night
pass through the flesh
where boards have rot

what shelter can it offer,
wind slipping through wood
the way hands whisper
across skin and
how not unlike the sway
of the bow waking
the viola.



Carly Sachs

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