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When the black ducks come,

winter opens, a kick pleat in darkness.

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Eyelash fringe of ferns on shore.

Late fall thunder after a long

Indian summer.

Branches creak. Muskrat slithers into

the pond like a stone the tide covers

in the glow of a stranger's flashlight.

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