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Dec 2017
1.

storms are predicted



slowly the sign starts moving



we head toward home        trees

are down.                  power gone



dark                           yet the bones



are showing





the door is open



rattling



2.

we ring the police                                  the line is dead

buttons gone spongy

reduced to mathematics and tying the thing in knots



no dialogue                                             they are out everywhere



trees are      down

bones are showing



here



3.



police arrive                    tree men to mend and repair

on overtime

for

mass calculation



crowd in the house for tea

find there are no pastries offered.



there is nothing in the house.

bones are apparent.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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