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I saw the sun set, a jelly omelet in a frying pan sky.
I saw a house, too, with brown shingles
Sprawling like tobacco leaves
Over the frame.

It stood alone on a hill. A dark and lonely house.
With stovepipe chimney-a tin soldier
Sitting in a beach chair.
I saw a path that led to the door...
A crooked smile on the dark earth's face.

I saw a visage peer through the pane.
Opaque, disfigured, a dumb portrait
On a glass canvass.

I saw dignity. A television antenna
Pedantic, geometric,
Questioning the sky.

Then pouring over the house
Like coal from a chute
Night came...
I closed my eyes
And saw-nothing.
Monday, August 9, 2010
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