Unconvinced
And again the perplexed yearning (knowing its return)
to define where from where and why to find justification
as though it was its fault – although it knows that there
is neither excuse nor mistake in an almost spring afternoon
when the dilapidated Music School of the neighborhood is shut
down and the poorest girl in the world got permission to stay
there a bit longer playing the big black piano very loud
in the third floor room with the narrow windows
some immense impromptu scales that
make the faded red velvet curtain
flap above the bus ticket collectors with
the used tickets on the sidewalk of the bus stop
and with the cloud in the chimney though rosy
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