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Pride Of Place

The movers wheeled the piano in the apartment my tutors revealed plateaus climbed as an artist hours flying pages turned black and white keys charted scoured trying ages I played packed plight I started recitals, concert halls, from practicing hardest reprisals, my art calls, the piano sits modest In my twilight years I teach children to harvest the wild bright light nears, to each the piano harnessed

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