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Nocturne on
On a clear cool night
In a silver cage
On a rocking chair to
Arms outstretched,
I embrace the fences
Clear to the property line.
Night crawlers come up for air
They whisper,
Trespass, trespass, trespass.
Solitary gull impaled against the moonlight
Nocturnally the water laps,
A giant hand plays with the switch
Lights go on across the bay.
Animals of the sea
Forget-me-not eyes
Periscoped from their shells,
Illegal shore birds
Squatters on the rented branches
Whistle along with my song, Who's
the gray coot
In the silver cage?
Jack Mashman
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