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Friday, October 8, 2010

Last verse of an old song

Open window more last time tonight, and the night noises slid through: The distant roar of traffic accelerating to the rev of an engine; closer, the soft thunk of a car door, a fading conversation; beyond the backyard, a sharp, impatient 'Let-me-in-right-now' bark; the thin wail of a siren; and under it all, though the open spaces of would-be quiet, the tired lullaby of crickets, creaking the last verse of summer.

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