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Street set: at seven,

the same grid of slate and grit

with some rain down

through the trees, those mercies.

But left and deep under the shaken leaves

the revenant dark lies and keeps

its limbs and long wings,

its hidden heads that watch

me, under my jacked umbrella,

move back in with the dog.

from Inside Spiders

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Published in Leslie Shinn Poems

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