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THE WOODEN CAROUSEL

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Up
and
Down
Three pine horses frozen in a little wooden carousel,
A mirror of something real with no flaw or melody.
No music. No sound. No
Round
and
Round
A wreath of beads draped around a wooden canopy,
Made delicate with pink lace and silk flowers.
No creaking. No laughter. No
Up
and
Down
A pretty, pretty wall-hanging–
Three horses impaled on wooden poles,
That pin them, hold them
So they
Never
Fall
Or leave or sneak
Into the shadows
Away from the pretty little roses
And the perfect, perfect beads.

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