Masque
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Lamplight blue cushions
on our granite benches—
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Chatter of crystal like
chipping of ice on a creek—
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No look someone says
not twenty feet away—
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A cub raccoon has been
watching for how long—
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From the crotch of a
neighbor’s dying ash—
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Arms in amber tearing of
meat from the bone—
