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And we were glad upon the earth,
Wood stacked in the shed,
Water line shut off to the stable,
Vintage wool hung by the door,
Ready for the austerity of winter
With its special stars.
Late, cold, and clear,
Out with the dog in the overhead depth,
Frost on the ground like crushed glass,
An arrow streaked across Orion,
Bright and brief,
And lingered in the eye.
I thought of you.
