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Feb 2015
Marshy night, feux follets
glow, foo fighters on reeds.
Birds flocking from the fens,

nerve-wracked, prized
possessions left behind,
their collective nevermind,
divining rods to show them away.
Mike Jewett
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Mike Jewett  Boston
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