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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