Mid-November
November 9, 2000
When the black ducks come,
winter opens, a kick pleat in darkness.
Eyelash fringe of ferns on shore.
Late fall thunder after a long
Indian summer.
Branches creak. Muskrat slithers into
the pond like a stone the tide covers
in the glow of a stranger's flashlight.
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