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A small window filled with seasounds it lightens

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Everyone sleeping late

A white goat

bleats incessantly

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Rain at night

kept out by the dusty

smell of the screens

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Not anything, really

drifting clouds

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Waves

and over the waves

again waves

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A screen door full of holes a breaking wave

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Evening down a road where a car has gone

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Rain on a sharp field of stones

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Going on after waving to someone there’s my back

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With a raincoat and umbrella I go to hear someone sing

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Straight road, tall pines: a stray dog, taking it

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Wakened by someone scratching at the window it’s the rain again

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Hot night a yellow-toothed moon gnaws at the screens

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Turning on the light I become someone alone in the house

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Sleepless the sound of my eyelashes on the pillow

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Bus station toilet the backs of the men look like weeping

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the sound you hear

like lapsing handles

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or a vast propeller

turning in a church

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is lichen moving

in waves over rocks

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1994-1996

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