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Dusk
by Alexandra Kjuchukova
We do not notice when
the evening launches
but the moment is announced
by sudden blinking
on the trees:
the small stark
non buds, moist
along the branches,
brighten up like yellow
gleaming non stars,
teeth spaced evenly
through the obscure.
During the day at least
they remain
unnoticed, but how
they glare
now in their dominion.
My tall man Paul used to bend
to kiss those
trees,
he used to remedy them
with his mouth.
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