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I step out on my porch near midnight


flecked by moon-made mica.

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Cold, windless air - even

the roar of the woods

is faint tonight;

and faint, too,

the creak

of my leather jacket - faint

as the rigging of a galleon

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heard across the seas of time....

While overhead

Orion faintly flickers.

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