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even now
the sounds of
settling
like a stomach
but small
the creaks
and crabbing
of the house
as we go
to sleep
then 2:00 am
to get up
and check
the world
the moon
a silver slit
of light
thru the
kitchen window
opening the
front door
the sound
of the freeway
cars in singles
the one motorcycle
caterwauls
quiet then loud
then quiet
again