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  William Doreski

At Dusk the Stars Erupt



After shoveling snow all day
we wander downtown for drinks.

At dusk the stars erupt like acne.
We've never learned to read them,
never trusted their empathies.

Our drinks arrive and we snort them
like elephants eager to mate.
 

 

 




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