April 17

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The stars taste thin tonight.

They sing faint songs and ring
like church bells from childhood,

harping on the fact that there is
no earthly word for

a memory of something still to come, 

their descant muffled by the
rich purple scent of the evening, 

willing us to look back,
cajoling us only to sing

songs of fire and the past. 

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