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 1.

The crisp crusted burn

A low static in the eyes

Washing my feet as I go 


Sturdy joists across a shallow floor




Phoned the Cemetery authority


To discuss the direction of headstones


5 days of rain, 5 chances to flood 

 

2.


The house began to take on strange energies in those final days


The wind haunting slow circles 

around the edges


Across the street the worker

began to spend nights alone in his truck

lights on engine off


It was hot and everything was wet


3.


The dispiriting beauty 

Of a grocery store sunset

Wide enough to die under 

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