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Prelude and Fugue

Something of late November

sifting through a window

brings back this prelude.

Two voices blend, I lean

into the keys, draw back

when the voices part.

How the body remembers—

Señora V. in a floral dress,

talcumed hand soft

on the curve of my spine

imprinting what she knew

of love and time. How could I know

what those notes would mean

decades of preludes ahead.

from What Happens is NeitherFind more by Angela Narciso Torres at the library

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Published in Angela Narciso Torres Poems

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