I live with the sound my body is.
. .
I can't forget the pure sound I heard once
when a violin string snapped nearby
in three o'clock's perfect silence.
But I tell myself I'm safe. I remind myself
of the boy who discovered order in the piano
and ran upstairs to tell his little sister
that they didn't have to be afraid anymore.
Jack Gilbert
The Dance Most of All
Poems
Infectious
[fragment]
Alfred A. Knopf, 2009©
Conor Fay
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