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Sketchbook 

Deborah P. Kolodji, US

 

 

 Stripped Bare

Noon sun,
my sins revealed
on a clear winter day—
the last leaves finally falling
away.
 

 

The Road from Anatevka

Slow ache
as she dances
out of our tradition—
maintaining balance, fiddler on
the roof.
 

 

First Concerto

The scales
are tedious,
a long way from Chopin—
she closes her eyes and fingers
the keys.
 

 

 


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