Skeletal pentecostal
swaying outside my window, rain-bit and leaf-crushed,
swing your branches like acid stirred into whiskey-punch
and wish the night gone-by
as I wish it gone-by. Moreover, listen
for the moon arriving
star-faded and sad;
send my love, send my love
The outdoors gone mad now--
ratwhiskers twitch and squirrels
torture baby art-birds beneath streetlamps;
raccoons get all the good
trash, rape screechingly each other
atop human unattended houses
in humid, wet weather;
send my love, send my love
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