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Poem: Marlee

My sister had a collection of marionettes

when she was younger

that she kept above my room

in the attic.

 

Ones in pink dresses

and blue dresses

and green, dangling from posts that were

screwed into the wall.

 

They stared downward

through the floorboards at me–

with carved smiles and tangled strings

that sat still in the daytime.

 

At night, I could hear them clacking,

like skeletons in the dark, waltzing in three-four

to the whippoorwill’s song.

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