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LILIANA URSU, WITH TESS GALLAGHER AND ADAM J. SORKIN
Return to Sibiu
After a year of absence
I find my house strewn with feathers.
From the paintings, what first disappeared
was the sea.
Only a fish's gasping mouth remained alive,
bubbling words.
Moon rays curled obediently
in my coffee cup
and an invisible bird measured invisible time
inside a clock where she'd built her nest.
"Georg," she whispered.
"Philipp," the echo sang back.
"Telemann," I say aloud
while the record is spinning
and the violin strings
accompany your body
a world away.
Like an unseen orchestra:
Presto,
say your fingers
Corsicana,
answer my fingers
Allegrezza,
say your eyes
Scherzo,
answer my eyes
Gigue,
say your patent-leather shoes
Polacca,
answers my white dress
Menuet,
answer our bodies, dancing in a ring
on
the perfect Street of the Bards . . . 
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