tucked away above the solemn instruments
polished and the air around holding its breath
and the keys dreaming of ivory
and after which the dull grey sky
turned blue above central park and dinah
remembering the tops of umbrellas
spindly and spitting with rain
even at night the stars are only found in your fingertips
and the exact center of your palm
or perhaps in the next subway car
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