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Saturday, November 30, 2019
no hens
No Hens
almost nightly as the evening descends
i stop myself from heading to the chicken lot
no hens there
the yard is a cloud of white
tall wild asters
summoning the ghosts of my hens
to a wild reckoning
Mary North
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