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powerhouse -
a blood red sun sets
between the coolers
frozen ears -
not even the rustle of leaves
to disturb the stars
names of the dead -
shadows dance across
the pavement
scree slope -
last crop of grass
before the summit
frost melt -
the flock graze around
scattered remains
river dove -
in all the sky
not a bird
distant dogs -
alone in a valley
crowned with sunlight
deep in the dale -
small things like the absence
of sound
my breath -
the stillness of
willow
hill farm -
beyond the lamp's glow
endless darkness
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