She excels at the cello
but hasn’t played in four years.
Today on the subway
at 8:37 A.M.
her fingertips tingle.
She knows she’ll leave work early,
racing home after lunch.
For hours, outside her apartment
the voice of the cello
dapples the street like sunlight.
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This is brilliant, the times make it all the more real and immediate, one can feel the longing - and that final couplet just sweeps you away.
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