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Anne Scott Musil
what learned? do i see
snow and faces better
x-ray beats of water earth?
Do i slip out of
clouds & gestures faster
have honest tact?
hard to remember
how it was - the usual
toast cheese trying to sit
in wideness light
before minutes attack
moments of ecstasy among
night crickets waves
water terrors lonely days
Living side by side
we grew distant shouting
New Year’s Day
along the barbed fence
two white-tailed deer.
When the horns wear thin
And the noise, like a garment outworn,
Falls from the night,
The tattered and shivering night,
That thinks she is gay;
When the patient silence comes back,
And retires,
And returns,
Rebuffed by a ribald song,
Wounded by vehement cries,
Fleeing again to the stars--
Ashamed of her sister the night;
Oh, then they steal home,
The blinded, the pitiful ones
With their gew-gaws still in their hands,
Reeling with odorous breath