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Organ

Alone I lie naked,
and have taken clothespins,
turned them into the keys
of an organ.
Their grips sound different notes.
All together,
they sound like wind chimes,
soothing but aimless.
They need your touch
to orchestrate them
into melody.
© Paul Decelles, 1996