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The spilt, smeared, white
reflective paint marks out
.......a roadkilled dog.
The whispering leaves
.......a running fox
.......on yellow snow.
Brown bins stand at gates,
.......silent house-guards.
High, haloed tigers’ eyes
.......light me home,
make my midnight footpad,
.......dark companion,
.......mark my pace
behind, beside, before me.
Tuesday, 13 November 2007
Midnight
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