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Down Home (Free verse) by <~>
Driving past
a sawn-sided shack
with red roof running
down fast and sloping out
like the weather cut it into
the hushed green hillside, I think of
how warm and yellow the light will spill
from the window at twilight when the huge blue
deepens down the hollow, and night finally comes on home
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