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My favorite road,
I don't know your name.
You pull me into the corn,
into the bats,
the moon.
3 raccoons
watch me from a poplar.
The rabbits
are all around
me like moments of silence.
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I hop, hop away
from the lunar-light
and back towards the city
(women's gymnastics
tonight in London).
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