Read Poem: Birthday Poem for D by Serena Solin

What I wanted to give you
I thought of as a mouth organ,
something I’d seen, not in dream,
we never dreamed—dab rig & shatter.

I thought better in the glass safe
they call “the elevator bank.”
What on earth did I think
you would do with a harmonica?

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