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I hung it from a tree limb
To scare away the crows

Sometimes I’ll go out
At midnight to look
For slugs    The raccoon    A possum

I’ll pass by it &
I’m not even there
The days of sand beside the shore
The roar of the glassblower’s flame

It seems
Someone has gone &
Dusted it with a raven’s wing
Rinsed it with black well water
Polished it with a shadow from the moon