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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