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Walking home,
the night
is a silent soirée,
& your eyes
squint for light
in the bitter drizzle
as you recall
that dim causeway
on some long-
forgotten holiday
on a tentative moment
at dusk on the Aegean …
Clouds scatter
& the birds hush.
There is no space
to consider
the weather,
when some-
thing stereo-
phonic un-
settles
the breeze.
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