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Drawn Out 

Indoors for
days, I’m gone
in the sweep
of what
the window
gathers: sunset’s
heft serrated
between jagged
limbs hung limp
over the shed
roof’s orange
rust, coils of underbrush,
the gaps
darkness articulates.

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