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Scene One


by Samuel Derrick Rosen


Shrouded women in elegant dress
Pick their daily fruit and vegetables
It's October the 31st
No open mirrors
Just a shadowness
That says everything

I wish I was an old man
Fishing in a stream
I wish my mother's dreams hadn't exploded
I wish the cold would pass reluctantly
Pugnaciously drunk
I look towards the hills

And see a whole army stretched out
Several men in tweed jackets
Wielding cameras with the shutters closed
I wonder what that's all about
The road at the bottom is filled with ravens
The morning is in need of a storm
Later I will dream

The scent of bitter almonds
A clock that strikes thirteen
Monstrous vermin
In a season of light.
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