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A Night in the Night
Again I’m reading more.
Probably because it’s fall.
Sometimes I sit a while at dusk,
eavesdropping on the sounds
hiding in silence.
I watch the scenery
which evades all laws.
I feel touches
which others don’t.
It’s night and tens of
little dead suns
sway in a black river
which is smooth from afar
and mysterious
like skin.