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At the Musée Rodin in Paris

in front of a window

facing south, two white

marble hands fold

around air.

A label on the pedestal reads

Le Secret.

Did Rodin also sculpt

the air between those hands?

Is it caught there ever since:

the mold of secrecy?

   I waited hours for the sun

to flow through them.

   All it did was cast

a shadow to the ground.

from The Hour Between Dog & WolfFind it in the library

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Published in Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poems

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