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in a dark window
Dad's pale face
watching our bonfire soar
darkness
moving in among the pines
a screen door slams
on the mountain lake
a pier in silence floats
on empty oildrums
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wind bunts
the marigolds
bunt back
mad shadows
¾a moth at the porchlight¾
I grip a cold key
bared to sky now
abandoned
the nest of a hawk
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