The Six Day Race
18 February 2013
Maestro
My neighbor has one
arm. He balances the large
pepperoni on
his shoulder, grips it
with his chin, unlocks the door,
and lets himself in.
His placid face in
profile — the box his red, white,
and green violin.
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