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CRICKETS ON THE EDGE OF THE RAFT

The straying into a current,
Is that how you kept out of the family business
And therefore why you're recommending it to me?
The intercontinental disappears behind a maple,
Days without newspapers
We get closer but forget
To appoint a guardian
For the spark and kindling.
A motorcyclist burns up the dirt path along the canal,
Are you thinking you want to put on a helmet?
I know you're here, I can hear you
Rubbing your legs together. Night time
Makes the most of the creatures who need it.