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Animals And The Stars
By Paul Cameron Brown
Crickets are a strange place,
cricks of dew hemmed
with hoar-frost
mushrooming by a door.
The glens are fashions of a loom
eerie pads
are nightly rooms.
The padlocks
remove the key
as grass-hoppers
keep the meadow free.
A twilight world
along the edge
at rapier's length
this light, this point
at end of the void.
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