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night's prompt shadow covers without exception even the mountains their shoulders frozen to the horizon the lake wrinkles

to catch the stars

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to bend and multiply

the moon's silver coinage

near the houses

an occasional


strays from the halos

of streetlamps

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ferreting all nose and tail

through the rust of

fallen leaves

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