Yesterday’s poem (NaPoWriMo 2014)

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Could feel its ribcage

xylophone

the scale of its bones

 

one note falling into the next

but neatly nestled in sound as in

the firm connection

 

to spine and blunt edges

that pinnacle and guard

that high c curve across.

 

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