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May 2010
pitter-patter
p i
  t
t    erp     at
t
                er
      pit       t  e      r
p   i t t  e     rp a     t        ter
minute feet
  
                  a s
       l                  h)
  p              
(s

in dappling puddlespuddling
in
half lit
hallways
as grandfather's clock coruscates deep
vibrations through this midnight hour
i
peer
         through
                        the
                             vine
                                   caked
frameless translucent notion of thought
                 onto
the pasture of this my memory
                                                      of
                                  a
           midnight
past




                                                         ;
PK Wakefield
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