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Deepening Dark
At the Foot of a Forking Path
Sunday, July 17, 2011
A Garden After the Party
Where did everyone disappear to?
Plates, food half consumed,
Drinks still with condensation
tearing the glass.
There was laughter here,
one bare minute ago.
But now the air is ominous
calm.
A flower trembles
as the forest breathes.
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