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Richard Deutch

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I used to leave this granite house 
after everyone else was asleep, 
and, walking down the hill, come to the 
woods just behind you snapped 
this photo, old friend, who think I can bear 
to look at it.

The full moon loomed so close 
I'd think I could reach out and gather it 
into folds, until I noticed 
one