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by Spiel

Fern phoned long distance
around dusk

that piteous voice
said she could not bear
one more day on earth
without Amos

asked if Paul and I
would come
put her under the dirt.

I said
You know we canít do that

I had a sense of her
like a lone campfire coal
abandoned in wilderness

it had not been doused
by the last human

and not a possible drop
of rain
in sight

 ††††††† .


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