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I went to see Amy Cervini sing at the 55 Bar in New York tonight. She was joined by many guests, including vocalist Nicky Shrire. I got the idea for this poem from their duet performance.
/ / /
a cappella
(for Nicky Shrire & Amy Cervini)
she waits at the bar
till her name is called
then sings her way to the edge
of the cliff / kept from falling
by the sound of four hands clapping
two voices wrapped like vines
a cappella — from the Italian meaning
“in the manner of the church”
surely this is prayer / sent up
through the tin ceiling
to where she imagines
her ancestors to be
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