The screen door is open to the full moon and to telling-of-snow clouds
that push across its white face.
A rip saw wind breaks our few trees
and the empty sound of a loose can rattles along the street.
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The screen door is open to the full moon and to telling-of-snow clouds
that push across its white face.
A rip saw wind breaks our few trees
and the empty sound of a loose can rattles along the street.