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Yochana
when Miss G
put on Bach
in the class
on the old
gramophone
young Reynard
next to me
muttered rude
soft comments
what Bach piece
she played us
I don't know
but you there
thin as wire
your black hair
tied in bows
by ribbons
I saw you
watched you move
your head swayed
your fingers played
imagined
piano keys
I watched them
in a dance
Reynard called
you titless
both hands moved
on the desk
I wanted
to hold them
bring each one
finger near
to my lips
so I could
suck music
from each one
gorge on Bach
from your hands
like some new
explorer
searching out
far away
unknown lands.