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title, pubDate
| title | pubDate |
|---|---|
| A fox drags the dusk | Oct 13 2025 |
from the clouds, jaws gripped round the light that slots the rumpled birches' just-unburdened boughs
trackless in the frowzled leaves, she suddens over yearning roots, scarlet ember of the summer's afterlife, tugging sunset taut along the eaves
skies groan grateful as their skin stretches thin and their bones show through
no one hears her straining breath before the snap
no one sees her tumble to her den in the hollow -chested night
bottomless hours on, pushed in the barrow of a robin's song, dawn overflows the dark
yet no one knows if or when she'll wake again to save the day from day