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By Starlight

ISSUE:  Spring 2008

My neighbors’ dog, shut out of their house
a quarter mile uphill from us, has barked
all night, protesting. But the bark that carries
down to us through pasture, trees and starlight,
is altered by the distance, becoming the sound
of a knuckle tapping a wooden door.
These words have come at last to let it in.


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