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If you should listen ww26 January 2013

I feel the cold breath of absence,
the insistence of the silent stream.
Harsh firewood jars my fingers;
its splinters fight the impending pyre,
the stillness of the scheming clock.
A whispering car chokes the village.
Winter, my winter, endures
the stinging gavel of a solitary dog
and momentary stink of tom cat.
Your pen scratches my darkness
as the twice bell batters twelve.

 

 

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