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That the neighborhood might be covered by one roof, occured this morning, Snow on the ground phonepoles, flagpoles, windows, so many chimneys, even up the hill grass smoking out west the tides, clouds from the past vanishing rain the base. beaten out, death when you don't want it what you like is a plain object the long-trunked clouds a weltered event shale fish broken off a spiderweb hitched the dictionary overnight, I left it out there, screens in summer to keep the flies out into the dark sea the open garage doors under the vine which in autumn looks as if it still might hold somebody's backs, encroached saw, horses angling out you want the hills to rise twigs levelled on against the sky After 3 days the air empty from the rain