The girl in the chair
Fingers touching the rail
Her body all twisted
from past lifetimes
Deep suffering frozen
in her young innocent
deformed limbs
Yet I am struck by
the joy on her face
as she strums the promenade
of Shelburne Falls
Feeling the warm afternoon
sun soaked steel of the balustrade
on her warped fingers
She is being pushed
by a lost caregiver
trapped within the thoughts
of a caregiver's mind
Unaware of the magic
of the moment
The light of a simple song
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