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Across the Bay
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A queer thing about those waters: there are no
Birds there, or hardly any.
I did not miss them, I do not remember
Missing them, or thinking it uncanny.
The Listeners
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"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grass
Of the forest's ferny floor;
Of the forest's ferny floor;
stone bridge under snow
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This Year's Storm
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A smile pulls its punch at the last second,
mitigating damage at the corners of her mouth
and she can taste carnality in every finger
she lifts up to paradise, in preparation and supplication
for the rising swell of thunder, that o'er head does linger
The Elder One
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In the dusty roads of his village,
A man whose skin is as brown as baked earth,
limbs as thin as the switch branches on the trees in the distance.
Covered only in the simplistic white robes chills himself in the arid desert air.
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