An Angular Boy
mucho akimbo, all elbows and knees,
sudden as summer rain, white as paper,
he falls thorugh doors and windows;
then,
closed like a shop on Sunday,
window eyed, still as a nightbrook,
a dry wheel under clouds; silent
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