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"archipelago, rehearsal"
"archipelago, rehearsal"
The pianist told her students to listen
not with their ears but with their ankles.
“Good fugue,” she said, “requires balance.”
So they gathered driftwood on the far side of the island
and played scales into the breeze—
sharp notes folded in shell fractures,
minor thirds trailing seafoam.
She sketched each student’s posture in charcoal.
One boy leaned always westward.
One girl played only in her sleep.
When the volcano finally sang,
no one fled. They waltzed.
Their shadows danced ahead of them like truths.
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