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deja vu along the ribs
a secret to a secret
stretching in the plains
a house in grass and weeds

statue in ivy and moss
a wishing well
on the toes
close enough

by the firewood
lust and frozen ground
waiting to be thawed
or set anew

leaning barn
housing hair and dust
a tower among the hills
calling calling calling

coyote howl
scorching the pavement
startles and stirs
but still

drunk with a crutch
kneeling