October 28.1

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i.

The dog’s trot
stiff with sleep,

this morning
creaks, walls

chirring
with heat,

and late last
night I heard

birds inside
the eaves.

Everything
is coming

in now,
receding

from the cold,
forming nests,

or the warm bright
centers of stars.

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