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Oct 2014
A lovely night.
Perched on porch rails,
Beautiful in half-light is my man.
Come crickets: Spell and spill a symphony
As I watch him,
Living in a glow which is not mine,
No, never; Earth is not so generous
With me.
Written by
Lauren Batchelor
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