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our usual routes —my night intersectswith the fox's
something to keep mecompany on a long walk —the wren's winter song
every planbecomes something to lay down —still, we look up
cold gusting windlooking for a way in —check the locks again
new moon in winter —we sketch out a planfor next year's garden
every branch bare now —if we read the ending firstwill it take the sting out?
the fox slips awayleaving me to conjure safetyall by myself
a new variant —we wrap a string of lightsaround our maple
the sound of raintrickling along after —names of the missing
