a key longkept in a dark

wing, a trapped raccoon

 

wind making it hard to ignite

 

or wine, and the fall starting

in on her bones: for no reason

 

I want to tell you about

my world.  need you

 

not to  —  tea, a porch

 

the sky wide as before

unlike a kindness

 

finding a keyhole she

pours through

 

: hand-cradled flame

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