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To get in, type all seven
as solemnly
as you wipe the rim of a glass
just to know the sound.
They refuse to tell
whether you are
among the chosen.
Try to name
their brambled syllables:
you will fail,
you will be silenced.
Copy all seven
and you will be smitten--
not at once,
but some evening
in mid-September
when, almost home,
you glimpse
between dark branches
a full moon
spelling your last word
random
and untranslatable.

copyright 2007 Therese L. Broderick
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