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Joel Solonche
The Mind at Night
Have you noticed, for example,
how at night the mind climbs
the fence into the apple orchard,
boldly, brazenly, vaulting the top,
how it does so without the smallest
sign of hesitation, doubt, or fear,
and without the slightest tremolo
in its voice, cries out aloud for
the world to hear, Mine, mine, mine!
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