The Tops of the Clouds Must Be Dazzling Tonight

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The vines wither
on the rotted lattice.

One by one
the windows of the city
go dark.

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That squeaking
is the porch swing
in the wind.

That barking
is the neighbor’s dog
wanting to be let in.

*

When a car passes
on the road,

interlacing shadows
slide along the wall

and ripple over my hand
resting on the sill.

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