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Night Jar

In a light rain

flowers light the highway

where everyone’s motor

is already running.

The world is baroque:

my apartment is small.

America is monstrous.

The phone rings

in everyone’s pocket,

but I remove my feet.

I’m finished.

For a long time

a rat in the wall,

a dog in a panic,

an abandoned season

by the sink to which

the moon makes

an excessive offer.

Yesterday’s moth broke

down on the sill.

Yesterday’s headlines

flattened like veterans.

One dumpster, four pigeons.

All manner of men.

from There’s a Box in the Garage You Can Beat with a StickFind it in the library

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