Hungry Ghosts
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Sunday, January 27, 2008
ESCAPE CAUSE
Under the streetlight, the skins
of old animals are dancing,
laughing at the white thing
that huddles by the tree,
afraid to breathe.
A face is raised to me
in pity like poor bread,
but I’ve already
crossed the street.
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