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| Cabin porch |
Time to think about it,
watching the leaf shadows
shift and fade and darken
on the porch boards,
silence moving through the crowns.
Will I ever see you again?
Every sunset, every moonrise,
every screensave, every redial,
the smoke from Canada,
wildfire, wildfire,
Jupiter's bloodshot eye.
Did you see the satellite train?
It keeps me awake,
swifts chattering
in the old brick chimney
that rises through the bedroom
and into the attic
where the rain gets in.
We had what we wanted,
but we didn't know it then.
We thought there was more.
