Aubade

I follow a stray dog
so he'll stop following me

and a violin starts forming
in the pockets of my coat.

I have no ear for tuning,
but it is six A.M. and I will

soon be the owner
of a complete instrument.

Now it's almost seven o'clock,
and an awkward torso of wood

is digging at my side—

Copyright © 2006 Idra Novey All rights reserved
from Barrow Street
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