this poem
left tracks
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spice tea, darkness,
the scheme of things,
end of October
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A truck rushes through pre-dawn darkness
empty trailer
one of the slack cargo chains ringing out like a bell
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a girl bends forward
to smell a flower that has
already gone to seed
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two hands cradling crayons
alleys we walk down
our shadows before us
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winter coming
more wood
to the fire
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