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The Nights

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The screamer sleeps, inside.
The desert's wide awake:
the mouse, the rattlesnake.
I've come out here to hide,

behind our house, below
the riddled sky, afraid
of what our bodies made.
To the south: Mexico...

These are the nights men run.
Guaymas before midday,
a beach-town life...I play
it out. Such things are done.

The Rincons seep like a stain
into the paling east.
The borders are policed.
The wail, nearby, of a train.

Source: Poetry (May 2007)

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