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Quartet


ISSUE:  Winter 2004

I am tired of this place & want to take
a slow train to the moon—

Just jump the rails out past the pale
peeling walls of this here room.

I feel like a dog that done lost his tail
& keeps barking: soon? so soon?

Lay down outstretched among hail

& fallen stars, the rain’s raggy tune.

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