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by Joan Houlihan
This is regret: or a ferret. Snuffling, stunted1, a snout full of snow. As the end of day shuffles2 down the repentant3 scurry4 and swarm- an unstable5 contrition6 is born. Bend down. Look into the lair7. Where newborn pieties8 spark and strike I will make my peace as a low bulb burnt into a dent9 of snow. A cloth to keep me from seeping10. Light crumpled11 over a hole. Why does the maker12 keep me awake? He must want my oddments, their glow. 点击收听单词发音
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