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P O E T R Y
by Lucy Biederman
|November Night Scenes
In the packed snow you send your habits to hibernate.
Their reasonable faces had been Halloween costumes:
They wanted to unstring the boring nights from the necklace of
Years. And whenever it rained the apologized, expecting
behind any wild note to find their desires. You smiled
when they left. You wiped your boots before coming inside.
But why are there fingerprints on our windows and
Headphones under our bed? Your dreams
Were dancing in our room last night,
Hosting a party on each of your eyelashes,
And they played the one where you made me a statue.
Now come your letters, postmarked with apologies.
Unwrite of me, uncast me from these scenes.