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I curl up
In the cradle of our cabin
This Friday night in January

The deck out back
Glows
Bright as its own light
With new snow
From my evening muted TV

Cliff an abyss two feet beyond

Lake
A coffin draped in black flag

There is one chain of orange lights
On the other shore
A cruise ship Charon

Slowly pulling away with its gold
In a shadow sideswipe of squalls
With all the snowbird survivors
Waving goodbye

Bon Voyage

Wind
A mad wizard of arms flailing
Barges down miles of forest
Pounds on my door
For the last of the living

If there was anyone to speak to
I’d have to shout above its roar

At four
A.M.

I wake
To an aphonic choir of hooded dark heads
Nodding outside my bedroom window
Nibbling at the needles of the under bush

The deer assume no one is here
To look back

Maybe they’re right

I get up
Coat boots scarf hat

Plow the deep snow
With my steel-tipped toes
Down the middle of Torch Lake Road
To the extinguished blue house on the curve
And back

Look for the cheese of last summer’s moon
Or sugar cubes of Scorpius’ stars
In the scavengered fields

Find my pockets
Filled with the Devil’s cold coins of debate

Feel my way down to the lake
Stand where a dock used to be

Kettle boils and shushes with slush

Sides of broken ice
Clop
Like rotten heels kicking
The waves and rocks

God pauses His knocks
On the wood of my hollow heart

Waits for an answer.

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