night's prompt shadow covers without exception even the mountains their shoulders frozen to the horizon the lake wrinkles

to catch the stars

to bend and multiply

the moon's silver coinage

near the houses

an occasional


strays from the halos

of streetlamps

ferreting all nose and tail

through the rust of

fallen leaves

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