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              For Natasha at Eighty
              By Judith Sarah Schmidt

              her room
              white walls
              silent like sky

              a large piano
              she does not know
              how to play

              on the other side
              of the wall
              in another room

              once she heard a violin
              play a Russian melody
              calling her

              to hear it again
              she would have to
              leave this world

              out the window
              the sea shines silver
              a clear mirror

              on the piano
              a terra cotta vase
              filled with sun flowers
              bursting wild

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