Sunday, November 06, 2011

everything that couldn't be

a man in black clothes billows by the telegraph
tell me something
I don't know

deer out the window
eyes closing/there is a radio
that shuts and starts and starts
that brings messages from far-off Russia
saying you out there do you hear
are you dancing tonight westerners?
are you making love?

everything even the fridge has stopped
the night the cold the river
draw breath
as a single hedgehog steps into the garden

all of us poised like that
cracking slowly into the bushes

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