The Curvy Violin

by Hal Sirowitz

I think of my violin
as a woman, but
one unlike your mother,
father said. The violin
just needs a little coaxing
to get started. But once
that happens, she takes over.
It seems like she plays herself.
Whereas, with your mother,
I can coax all I want to, but
the only sounds coming out
of her mouth are different
variations of the word, ''Later.''
But that's the time I sleep.

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