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Summer Evening Somewhere, on a summer evening,Summer Evening by ~mum
a lone house abides in green shadows.
There stood a white porch in night meadows,
Where a single tungsten light bulb glowed in small fires.
It was late in the dark hours and the moon had already
passed overhead, doors were shut, curtains were drawn.
Two stood. A girl, barely a woman, and a man no older.
Home after midnight and limbs weary from dancing,
In blushing party dresses and crisp dress pants
They composed themselves easily against a blank wall.
No sound was made, save for the quiet exchange between
a man and a woman when all shimmers, on a summer evening.
Crickets sing intermittently. So
Bad omens. By the railroad tracks,Bad omens. by ~mum
I saw a red bird
flying late south
to warmer air.
Then, I saw a red flower in bloom,
through the cracks
on the cold dirt on the ground.
Late Birds and flowers
are never good omens.
Especially red ones.
Tragedy is at hand.
On three occasions,
I saw frozen rings
encircling the moon,
trouble not far behind.
If I were a clairvoyant,
I would better read nature
for what I feel is to come,
and I wish I foresaw better things.
Carne Levare I was anointed upon a revelation of sleep and surpriseCarne Levare by ~mum
unfolding calmly before me as the blissing reveries
of specters, hosting the sympathies of old haunts,
Where holy ghosts on high winds were voices crying out
in the wilderness, with an invocation of primordial chaos
these yelpers and howlers of the fields greet this beast
of the breeze with the yawpings of grotesque revelry;
"Come meet us! You hell on high wind, you harbinger of the hunt!
let us make carnival in the light of the moon!
As bright as day! we stand in her virgin luminescence,
let us fall to worshiping her in the field.
Idle away this night with us, you high w
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