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Walking out

It might do us good to take a walk tonight,
A little further than the lights but not too far.
Not being bothered by what’s out of sight
And keeping mute - to see things as they are.

The black pines. The feathered branch. The owl.
The canyon’s stones. A step off the track.
The moon and the flash of the knife. The howl
And silence. The blood red. The blood black.

 

 

 

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