nothing hardly,
windows open,
no sounds in utter quiet.
no sounds in utter quiet.
old house to us blank empty,
barely anything,
barely anything,
sleep on mats,
clean echoes, zero to hear.
two street lamps across the street
shine all night on us
in our cottage in the woods.
why the lights?
in our cottage in the woods.
why the lights?
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