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the wind shaking the grass suddenly before the rain
the wind down there at our feet and over our heads
who would know the way not there but a way for
another step
beginning all over again as though from nothing
but isn’t it terrible coming back after all those years
and nothing stirs
what was happening in the room and might have
been a glimpse in
the mirror a billowing of the curtain a
chair overturned
home was where first was and a before and a well
now what and
a some where else
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