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Late Audience

PUBLISHED: September 18, 2015

in a lavish sweat
across a bed with 
one sheet while 

the wind carries 
its empty package 
through the streets

on one of those 
nights when you’ve
come home and 

still dressed lie 
down beneath
the ceiling fan’s

quiet knell 
for who knows 
how long

a lamp in the corner 
left spewing its 
stubborn bright

the first blackbirds
in the wet grass

trying to skirt 
the darkness with 
their calls

when listening 
to them 
is enough


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