Prairie dune at dusk
A little darker than I would want
To admit.
Paternal silhouette against a bay window
Whistle low, sing softly
A Japanese dream drifts from the kitchen
Her gaze is familiar
Rising to the rafters
While I pray for the underground
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Afterword by TKS
I wrote a fucking quartet for you. What have you done?
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