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Midnight Friday


ISSUE:  Spring 1976
deaf as the night
is deaf, we stare
like windows darkened
on the city,
our eyes cold glass
and blind reflection.
our mouths are dry with
understanding,
our arms drawn close
around ourselves
like courage
waiting for a train.

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