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just inside the wood line
bones of a fox
bleached clean
first cool morning…
marigolds spill over
the whiskey barrel’s rim
flash-flood crawl…
--------lightening surges
--------against
the windowpane
lunch date
she brings out photos
of the house’s disrepair
morning sun through trees
the crow’s wings
glisten black
deserted churchyard
a praying mantis clings
to the cemetery wall
dry leaves skitter
across the planks—
tomorrow’s storm
aroma of biscuits
in the night-dark kitchen
my silent footsteps
morning mist…
into the woods
the feral cat
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