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The night tightens
He turns up the collar of his coat
Turns his back to the teeth of the weather
It turns out badly

She's across the other side of the bed
Through the window
Corner of the 2nd floor by the left edge
Down near a bodega and looking up

The night descends damp
A wet blanket
Of unstrung piano chords

March 9, 2010
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