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The News at Four A.M.
I wake to a slow dripping
outside my window,
click on the news,
then remember
the recycling has to go out.
My feet find
the path without
a flashlight. I wade
through faintly visible fog,
a soundproof room
inhabited by the automatic
lusts of insects.
Halfway to the road,
I come to a halt.
There in the darkness
at my feet,