light
as it ends
slips under
as it ends
into such disarray
that its ellipsis is
a sloppy summary of day.
Still, it stores unseen greens
to come, or come again.
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night wind broke the marble
but not the bat, lonely, lost,
lodged under the rolling
shuttered door
hanging nearby
more refugees, dark shapes.
Midnight brings a bird to the window
and an animal creeping along the sill.
